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I was talking to someone who is very close to me about those endless days of waiting… waiting for finances, waiting for an emotional or physical health turnaround, waiting for kids OR adults to finally grow up, waiting for a recurring sin in our life to get licked, waiting for a vacation or, well, just fill in the blank.

It all sounds rather simple until the bus doesn’t stop and you forgot your umbrella and everyone is looking at you and you haven’t a clue as to how exactly you are going to get where you are going.

No, it’s no simpler than boot camp where the only way out is through it.

I call this the ‘weight of the wait.’ Some people call it ‘the desert.’ If you’re reading this on your commute at the bus stop, you may call it just that.

One of my favorite Psalms in the bible was written by a guy who didn’t miss the bus, but who did have to wait in caves. David penned some of my favorite words with regard to the weight of his literal desert.

“Trust in the Lord, and do good; dwell in the land, and feed on His faithfulness. Delight yourself also in the Lord, and He shall give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the Lord, trust also in Him, and He shall bring it to pass…Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for Him; do not fret because of him who prospers in his way, because of the man who brings wicked schemes to pass. Cease from anger, and forsake wrath; do not fret – it only causes harm…the steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord, and He delights in his way…depart from evil and do good; and dwell forevermore…wait on the Lord and keep His way, and He shall exalt you to inherit the land…but the salvation of the righteous is from the Lord; He is their strength in the time of trouble. And the Lord shall help them and deliver them.” Psalm 37 (in part)

The thing about boot camp is that there is a defined end. Unfortunately, we have entered a seemingly endless war between the kingdom of darkness and the kingdom of light. I don’t know the dim-lit cave that life has brought to you. And you can’t know mine. But I do know what David did during his wait: he done good.

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There are definitely seasons in life and there are definitely times when we don’t want seasons to move on.

I remember an urban schoolteacher who’d get depressed every August and it wasn’t about the weather but rather another year of “sweathogs.”
This morning, a tremendous north wind snuck into my backyard and violently pilfered a lot of what remaining leaves were on the trees. To add insult to injury, he brought an early November snowfall that rushed the new season a bit more; sort of like being nudged in your rear end when you’re standing in line or the car behind you touches your bumper. No dirty look in the mirror, however, is going to stop Old Man Winter.
Young kids go off to school and older kids pack bags for universities or the military and your little sweetheart tells you she’s getting married and there are too many candles on the cake and too few hairs on the head and we all feel pretty nudged-up. 
I think there is a “Great Nudger Of The Skies” whose job is not so much to mess with our comfort zone or even to our interrupt our lovely just-past-peek-foliage season. He installed a biological clock in us the way the doc puts in a pacemaker and these changes are His kind way of moving us along. 
So, while I’m happy with pretty-colored trees, it’s time I let go and enjoy the different view of these relentless white-flaked reminders that time is marching on and perhaps it’s better to bring out the wreathes and carols than to insist that the white lawn chairs don’t have to come in. 
Better than that, instead of just dealing with this change, why not enjoy how the beauty of the contrast of the snow against the rust-colored trees. Yea, move from acceptance to embracing!
Is that snow in my hair or is it really whitening?

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