Worth Waiting For


I have a confession to make.  And to be perfectly honest, I’m a little hesitant.  I just don’t want people feeling sorry for me, because there’s nothing to feel sorry for.  I’m blessed beyond measure.  The only issue I have is that sometimes I just hate being alone.  I know I’ve said it before, but, seriously, ugh.   Like today.  I pulled up to my freshly mowed lawn that I worked on yesterday only to see the weeds almost two feet tall around my creek that runs around my house and through my woods.  It’s kinda depressing.  The only thought that came through my head was that maybe I really did need a man…if only to do my weed-eating.  So of course, that’s what I put on Twitter along with the picture below.  Seriously.  It’s times like these having someone around to help would come in handy.

I watched a couple movies today (yes, instead of weed-eating).  Maybe that was part of my melancholy.   But seriously, I love the way a good story is written.  The main character is always just living their lives just the way they want to be living it when all of a sudden there’s this kink in their plan.  It’s at this time in the story things start to get a little interesting.  The main characters are usually faced with a big decision.  Continue on as they have been and live their lives in a way that might not be so bad.  Or they can get vulnerable, face their demons and choose to live a life that far surpasses any expectations they may have ever had.  It seems in every story that vulnerability and being honest with ourselves is the main difference between good and and better and ultimately best.

Now, keep in mind that I’m not just talking about my personal favorite genre of movies, i.e. romantic comedies.  With those you know what’s going on and you know exactly what is going to happen.  But I love the stories of victory.  Don’t tell me you didn’t start crying when the Jamaican bobsled team carried their sled across the finish line in Cool Runnings.  Remember the Titans?  Only when the team got real with each other did they really start to move forward and move towards their best.  I can go on and on and on.

But these are just stories.  Right?  I mean, yeah.  The movies are works of fiction based on real-life events and, yes, embellished a little bit or a lot to make the story in itself a whole lot better and more dramatic than maybe it ever was.  But what is is about these stories that make me cry?  Why is it that I cry more during the Olympics and March Madness than I do at any other times in my life?  Yeah.  I’m serious.  I can bawl like a big fat baby if I’d let myself.

What I love about these stories is that people are living out their dreams.  They’re pursuing and being pursued.  They long for something better and something more, and they go after it.

They fact is is that we all long for something.  Whether we’re longing to no longer be a party of one or whether we’re longing to have a gold medal placed around our neck or whether we’re just longing to be something more.  We’re longing and we’re searching.

The part I forget about is that we’re being pursued.  Not just by someone, but by the One who gave us life.  “I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge — that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.” ~ Ephesians 3:17-19

So it seems what I’m longing for has always been there and will always be there.  I forget that I’m being pursued by One who has a love that I cannot grasp how wide and long and high and deep the love of Christ.  So for now, as I try to keep this in mind tonight, I want to leave you all with a video that a friend shared with me.  It’s encouraging.  And although I’m not usually a fan of the way she delivers it, I do enjoy listening to this one.  Be blessed.

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  • I feel you.

    I love this video. Especially the line at 4:13. Sometimes I just want to shake people.

    • esauproject

      For sure, sister. I don’t ever want to shake. I think sometimes punching would be more my style 😉