Waiting, wishing, thinking, hoping.
There is something so uncomfortable about the in-between.
A pause, an awkwardness or just an expectancy that taunts us.
No matter how wise and seasoned we are in the wait, the space between realisation and confirmation is a heavy one.
Have you walked a season of waiting well?
What season are you in at the moment?
Is there a pause, that is holding you breathless?
Are you confused?
Are you stuck?
Are you frustrated?
I understand the difficulty of this place of unknowing. The teeth that grit, the heart that holds its breath, the mind rolls the same scenario, over and over.
On the weekend, I spoke at a conference, full of creative brilliance and each hour that passed my nerves pulsed. I was asked back in February to speak at this event and pretty much within the week I knew that I wanted to speak on “the in-between”. I live quite an isolated creative walk however, so coming into the weekend, I was questioning whether I was truly on the right page of what was needed. I took the opportunity seriously and wanted so much to bring my best.
Then Saturday afternoon arrived with a last minute change to the program and a young man jumped on the stage to play a song soon to be released on his EP. He started to play the piano and introduced his song saying “my song is called the in-between“. In all the waiting, in all the hoping, I suddenly knew in a second that I was right where I was meant to be. With a massive smile on my face, only the pianist and I knew that this was a complete fluke and we had been truly set up by the Divine Interrupter.
He knows more than we know.
He cares more than we could ever feel.
He loves, so deeply that his detail can be seen in the most bizarre of moments.
As you step into places this month with me, asking questions of yourself about the waiting space, I pray that you would be amazed by details and stories, showing you are walking in step, seeking answers from the One who sees.
I am determined to keep sharing vulnerably, with authenticity this month as I explore the topic of waiting. I love what Brene Brown says about living our lives this way;
“If we can share our story with someone who responds with empathy and understanding, shame can’t survive.”
As we share our stories and struggles this month, I am believing that shame will disappear and truth, encouragement and hope will be found in its midst.
If you are in an in-between space, you are very welcome here. I cannot wait to hear more of your story.
Thanks for starting this new journey with me as we all read together stories of waiting, hope, disappointment, confusion, expectancy and loss.
August may just be my favourite month of all.
