Waiting

“The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.” – Eden Phillpotts

Life is woven with moments of hurrying and waiting. Noise and quiet.  Running and walking. And everything in between as we straddle the fence to get our equilibrium, and even dare to find some magic in it all.

In running, the taper is the three weeks just before the marathon which calls for reduced mileage, slowing down and rest to prepare for the final “test.” Completely counter intuitive.  Four months of doing, three weeks of just being. Letting the work be complete and allowing rest to take its place.

In the waiting, the mind easily wanders if we allow. What if I didn’t train enough? What if I’m too old for this? What if …  To overcome the “what ifs,” we need to train our thoughts and let patience enter the silence. Trusting the work and leaving the results be what they may based on the effort and a lot of grace.

And with all of the waiting we do in life – for medical test results, to get married, to have kids, to accept being single, to be forgiven, to forgive, to realize deep gratitude and abundance – the only thing that makes any sense amidst the slow tick of waiting time is faith. Not in our wandering thoughts, but in the purpose that will show itself in the distance.

Nothing is lost. Even when things don’t fit anymore, the pieces tie together into our complete and whole journey. The detours, the potholes, the smooth road lead us to where we are meant to go with the people we are meant to be with. We are not alone. And when we don’t quite know where we are going or we get stuck pondering what was or what’s next, we need to wait a bit longer for it all to unfold before us. For our wits to grow sharper.