You can get so confused
that you’ll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…
…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.
That’s not for you!
Somehow you’ll escape
all that waiting and staying.
You’ll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.
With banner flip-flapping,
once more you’ll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!
–Dr. Seuss, Oh the Places You’ll Go!
Er, girl. I read that little jem to my kids a while back, and at the time, it really bothered me. At the time, it felt a bit like a cold, hard, slap in the face, considering that the title of my then blog was Sitting In the Waiting Room. I’ve lived most of my life, as C.S. Lewis says, “in the shadowlands,” thinking that the sun is always shining somewhere else. Around a bend in the road. Over the brow of a hill. Someplace that I currently am not. Sitting uncomfortably in the cold, but too afraid to find the warmest spot, for fear of making a wrong move. I am realizing that the sun shines on me, too. I feel it’s warmth. Right here. Right now. Ever since that fateful bedtime reading of a beloved children’s classic, I’ve been asking myself…What the hell am I waiting for exactly? Honestly, I don’t quite know anymore.
What I do know is this: I love my life. I am absolutely in love with my gentleman of a husband and am convinced I snagged one of the last great men on earth (Sorry, ladies!). My 4 kids are beautiful, healthy, and awesome, and I can’t believe how lucky I am to be able to hang out with them all day, and do things like go to the park, go to the pool, and eat ice cream. Seriously? This is my job? I live twenty minutes from my entire immediate family and get to see them quite often. Furthermore, I am surrounded by the best group of beautiful, kind, gracious women you would ever meet. There are, of course, a few friends that are too far away for my liking and that I would teleport here in a heartbeat if I could (you know who you are!). But other than that, I really can’t complain too much.
I am learning to love the simplicity of life. I am also learning that God is right here, in it with me. During the diaper changes. During the toilet scrubbing. During the pb & j assembling. I am not waiting for God to show up. For God to move. For God to speak. I carry God with me, always in my heart. God is already here, and has been all along. “There’s no place like home.” [click, click, click]…
Also, on a logistical note, starting a fresh new blog has given me the excuse to emerge out of the Dark Ages, i.e. Blogger, and reemerge with one of these WordPress beauties. I’ve been covetous of you WordPressers for long enough. So, I came. I saw. I conquered. Covetous no more!
So, I’m not quite sure what direction this new blog is going to take. If it’s any reflection of myself, which, I am sure that it will be considering that’s EXACTLY what writers usually do, it will probably move in a thousand different directions, often get sidetracked, lose focus, sit down to eat, take a nap, wake up again and wonder what the heck just happened. On a daily basis. Oh well, anything’s better than sitting still, I guess. 🙂