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.
Julie k says
You got it right with this post! An illness has put me in the season (and 3 years) of waiting. Waiting to feel better, waiting to do the next treatment, etc. I finally got to a point where I thought if I don’t start living in this season of waiting I will have squandered years of my life. So I truly appreciate your post and like you will find comfort in small daily places while waiting-and living.
Mrs. Hines says
Oh, Julie…thank you so much for sharing your story with me. I am sorry you are dealing with an illness. Having dealt with various illnesses over the years, I can relate. I pray that you have many good days (physically and emotionally) during this season of waiting.
Mrs. Hines says
Thank you, KathySue. If anyone can appreciate the beauty in the everyday, it’s you.