I hated waiting. I glanced out the window for the millionth time in the last half-hour and groaned. Where is he?
To this day my worst pet-peeve is waiting for people to show up to dinner. My mind will angrily scramble about with dozens of reasons for frustration whenever I’m forced to delay serving dinner. Dinner will get cold. Things won’t taste the same. I’m hungry. Don’t they understand how much work it is to get dinner on the table? It’s so very rude not to show up on time.
Tonight was no different. My husband had to go out to another ranch to get some work done so I knew he would be late, but I was still angry about waiting.
I paced about, trying to figure out what to do with myself. I could watch TV, but I just wasn’t in the mood. Perhaps a book? No, I was too agitated to sit still for that. A movie? Absolutely not! The moment I got fifteen minutes in my husband would no doubt show up and want me to rewind.
Going over to window again, I pulled the curtains out of the way and peered outside, willing the headlights to appear in the driveway. Nothing. I sighed. Somewhere in the back bedroom I heard the baby turn over in her crib, making a soft rustling sound. The house was quiet and still. I felt alone.
The heater next to the TV was on and I went over and floated my hands over the warm air. God, what am I supposed to do right now? My mind quickly answered before I even tried to listen to His response. Well, Lora, you know where your to-do list is…
God? What do I do with myself?
I closed my eyes and recognized that pull, that distinct draw from the Holy Spirit, communicating something from my Heavenly Father.
Spend some time with Me.
It came upon me in a wave of understanding. I hopped between tasks like a mad kangaroo each day, anxious to complete a million chores and accomplish a dozen goals. I didn’t ignore God. After all, I had my daily devotional that I studiously pulled out with my coffee. I opened my Bible every Sunday, too. And I shot out prayers like popcorn all throughout my waking hours.
But when did I just sit down and chat with God? Not just pray, but also to listen?
I let out a breath and let the world fall to the background. I let my frustrated thoughts about dinner fade away and I spent some real time with the most important Man of my life. In those blessed minutes He filled me with peace and His grace, and I was reminded of how loved I am by Him. When the sound of the front door brought me back to reality, I acknowledged it with a peaceful smile. I could almost see God smiling back and saying, “Lora, I’m always here, you know.”
And He is always there, waiting and willing us to turn to him in those quiet moments so we will hear his voice. It might be a few seconds as I wait in line at the bank or watch the microwave spin a plate during its cycle. But why look at those moments as wasted time when we could be letting God fill up those blessed spaces.
Dear, Lord, help me find those spaces you blessedly leave unfilled so I can spend some time with you.
by Lora Armendariz, Everyday Miracles