Cooking, cleaning, parenting, repeat. The mundane routine of my felt like one of those long seasons of waiting.
But, every time I passed by the kitchen, this dish towel caught my eye.
There was something about it; the easy way it hung, its folds and wrinkles…that I found comforting.
I knew there was a life lesson waiting in that dish towel, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
Finding Comfort During Seasons of Waiting
I recently read this analogy that compared life to being at Disney; you wait in a long line, for a long time, as it slowly moves along. Finally, your turn comes and you step out of the line and onto a ride that lasts all of a few exhilarating minutes.
Then, you do it all over again.
I used to despise the long lines of life; the seasons of waiting. I wished away the wait because I thought life was all about the ride.
Now, I realize life is about both, but mostly the waiting. That’s where faith, trust, dependence, and preparation for the ride happens.
Waiting is a place of rest, a place to enjoy the ordinary…and, it’s a place where I can find comfort in a simple dish towel.