Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Waiting Wednesday

Waiting sure has got a bad rap. So many people hate to wait. Me? I love to wait. I really enjoy the short respite from an otherwise hectic day that waiting affords me. I am happy when there is a line at the grocery store. Seeing slow moving and backed-up traffic on the freeway puts an ear-to-ear smile on my face. Having to wait reminds me that nothing is so urgent that a few minutes will spoil everything. Leaving my house early means a stress-free drive under any circumstances, plus I get to slow down and enjoy the view. And if I get to my destination too early? I keep a book in the car, and I can always find a cute little coffee shop. Whatever the popular opinion, I say waiting is wonderful.


Waiting and Blogging. One of the things I enjoy most about blogging is that I get to wait with my words, with dictionary in hand, and wait for the right word to come to me, or think about the word order, or look up the correct spelling of the word. I just couldn't wait to tell you that!

5 comments:

Genie said...

in this case, i have a challenge for you. mr. g. one day i'll write a post about it ;)

The White Wave said...

Bring it on.

Anonymous said...

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one Talent which is death to hide
On His Blindness - John Milton

Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest He returning chide,
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed,
And post o'er land and ocean without rest;
They also serve who only stand and wait.


~TF

Anonymous said...

Oh His Blindness - John Milton

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one Talent which is death to hide

Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest He returning chide,
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed,
And post o'er land and ocean without rest;
They also serve who only stand and wait.


~TF
Sorry I messed that last one up! I thought you'd like this poem with the thought that persevering through trials is sometimes all a person can do, and in that case 'waiting' becomes the highest spiritual duty one can offer.

The White Wave said...

Thanks. I do like it.