I Digress…

The Gypsy Mama

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

OK, are you ready? Please give me your best five minutes on:::



Hmmmm……the 5 minutes are ticking, and I’ve got nothing to say. That my friends, is unusual.

Dive. Dive. Dive. The thoughts are blocked people. I’m sitting here at my kitchen table with absolutely nothing. It is a rainy, gray day outside and it’s making me think of water.

High dive. Greg Louganis, of Olympic fame? I don’t know why my mind went to him. I guess the whole water thing.

Dive, which I never like to do at the pool. It’s been awhile since I’ve even been to a pool. A bathing suit is not my favorite outfit. Just sayin’. At least not since middle age. Middle age….eee gads. I can’t believe I wrote that. Just shoot me.

Dive, as in “this place is a dive”….been to some places like that. Greasy food, loud music, you know. I used to love the tater tots at Pops in Jefferson City (where I went to college). I miss those. Now, that has me thinking about them. See, there is a reason I don’t like bathing suits anymore.

I’m completely off track now.

Usually, I like to say something meaningful in my blogs. This is obviously NOT one of those days.

I hope you are still smiling. I know I am.

Have a good day, people. Dive right in!

Mercifully, my five minutes is now up.

English: These are what tater tots look like.

The Waiting Game


Image by urbanlegend via Flickr

My husband and I co-facilitate a Grief Share group at our church. It is a group that helps those who have lost a loved one, to death. Since, we have both been in that situation, we can relate to those who come to the class. This past Wednesday we discussed waiting, and what that means. Many of the things that the counselors discussed can be applied to other life situations, not just death. Anyway, this week’s discussion got me to thinking…

“Instead of focusing on what I’m waiting for, I should be focusing on what I am becoming as I wait

Many times in my life I have found myself waiting. Waiting to grow up. Waiting to drive. Waiting for graduation. Waiting to live on my own. Waiting for a job. Waiting to get married. Waiting to have a child. Waiting to move states.  Those are “big” waitings. Sometimes the waiting is not so big, but significant nonetheless. Waiting in the check-out line at the store. Waiting for a package in the mail. Waiting to hear back from a friend.

I do a lot of waiting in life. Now, that I think about it, I probably “wait” a lot more than I “do”. With that being said, it seems like I should really rethink the statement that the counselor made.

How many times have I been impatient? Wanting to move things along at MY speed? How many times have I asked (told) God to get a move on? Unfortunately, too many. It is easier to hear that God is working on me, than to actually allow it. As, I’ve gotten older, and hopefully wiser, I realize that more times than not, it is the waiting that makes me who I am….who I need to be in Him. Those are the in between periods where God does His work. Sometimes the waiting is painful, because I have a lot of junk in my life that God has to chip away at, clean up, make new. Other times God shows me Himself, in the peace before the storm. The waiting fortifies me for what lies ahead.

I used to think that waiting was useless…let’s get on with it already!  I thought waiting was passive, a thumb twiddling kind of a time. How wrong I was. Waiting is work. Waiting is hard. Waiting is change and growth. Waiting is learning. Waiting is longing. It is in the waiting that endurance is cultivated.

An Olympic runner does not jump out of bed one day and try out to be on the Olympic team. She trains. She pushes. She gets injuries. She gets back up. She runs. Day after day. Weeks, months, years go by…until she is finally ready. When she goes across that finish line, she knows it is only because of the hard work she endured before, that made this moments possible…during the waiting.

The waiting, makes the ending all the more sweet.

So, when you find yourself in a waiting stage of life, remember this: God is in the waiting, and it is exciting to think about what He is going to do WITH you, and FOR you.