It’s a summer ritual around here. We watch the blossoms turn into small green globes on prickly vines. We wait for the sun and the rain to ripen them into sweet, juicy berries just right for breakfast. When it’s time, pajama clad legs and naked toes run through the damp morning lawn to pluck them right into the bowl. Feet, that aren’t so little anymore, run back with stained faces and hands and a smile a mile wide. And, if it’s a good season, there is enough for a black raspberry pie or two.
Have you ever noticed how much better things taste when you have to wait for them? Especially when all you can do is watch for the fruit to ripen or wait something to come to pass…
I hate waiting.
I’ve heard it said “life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you respond.” Seems like lately there has been a lot of waiting. I thought maybe I was getting better at waiting. I told myself “perhaps there is waiting because something better is coming along.” Let’s just say… not so much. I didn’t do so well at the 90% part of the equation.
I am now thinking that maybe we wait just for the sake of waiting. I mean, instead of thinking that I am waiting for … something, maybe, I’m waiting just because I’m supposed to learn how to wait. And, maybe, just maybe, there is nothing better coming along. Perhaps there is no reward for good waiting. Instead, maybe I just learn that good waiting begats good waiting.
I wait for the LORD, my whole being waits,
and in his word I put my hope.
…and, everything, including internet after waiting for a week, tastes sweeter when you’ve waited for it.
What are you waiting for?