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This week’s prompt is:
Set your timer, and let’s GO …
It turns out that waiting can be a very spiritual exercise. A spiritual discipline, even.
A holy hush over respected moments that fill the gap.
Writing has taught me that. Or the lack of writing, I should say. It’s as if the words themselves ask to be waited for. They will come on their clock, not mine. That has been made clear. And when they’re darn well ready, they shall present themselves to be used freely.
So we practice and learn to relish the quiet and take delight even in those hallowed in-betweens, letting the sun do its work before it slips below the horizon we so earnestly seek. And we wait on the One who catches the sun even as it drops out of sight, and holds it in His left palm while we’re cradled in His right, and we rest knowing that all is held.
The now and the then, and the soon-to-be and maybe never will.
It is held, and it is His.
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