Profoundly beautiful. I am going to print out your essay to re-read often. Thank you so much for exploring this and finding the words with which to walk alongside us, and encourage us to wonder, together, in the way you do. ❤️
Another wonderful Wonder Report, Charity! I especially liked the repetitive exercise you shared and want to try that myself. It was a delightful surprise to hear you read Psalm 37, and it got me to thinking---- after the move, it would be so nice to see/hear you share on Youtube. I know you are a writer, but who says a writer can't become a reader to her audience?
What a comfort it was to read your words today, Charity. Waiting, waiting, waiting… Yes, our days are so caught up in waiting, often not even knowing for what. After my mother died, which happened at the very beginning of the pandemic, I found myself in a liminal space that lasted much longer than I ever could have imagined. The closure I hoped for in aspects of family relationships that were fractured, the settlement of her estate, and even in waiting to finally lay her to rest taught me that often waiting is about wanting a door to close so another could open. It also taught me that waiting, and liminal spaces are all experienced in time. I began to wonder if what we all want is to escape might be the limits, and demands, that time puts on us. I began think about that last step into eternity as being when we are finally free from the limits of time. Waiting then shifted in its meaning because I think I began to see waiting, as it is presented in Psalm 37 (thanks for reading it to us.) as trusting in the faithfulness and providence of God. And, yes, waiting is also all about hope. Thank you for you wonderful post.
Profoundly beautiful. I am going to print out your essay to re-read often. Thank you so much for exploring this and finding the words with which to walk alongside us, and encourage us to wonder, together, in the way you do. ❤️
Another wonderful Wonder Report, Charity! I especially liked the repetitive exercise you shared and want to try that myself. It was a delightful surprise to hear you read Psalm 37, and it got me to thinking---- after the move, it would be so nice to see/hear you share on Youtube. I know you are a writer, but who says a writer can't become a reader to her audience?
What a comfort it was to read your words today, Charity. Waiting, waiting, waiting… Yes, our days are so caught up in waiting, often not even knowing for what. After my mother died, which happened at the very beginning of the pandemic, I found myself in a liminal space that lasted much longer than I ever could have imagined. The closure I hoped for in aspects of family relationships that were fractured, the settlement of her estate, and even in waiting to finally lay her to rest taught me that often waiting is about wanting a door to close so another could open. It also taught me that waiting, and liminal spaces are all experienced in time. I began to wonder if what we all want is to escape might be the limits, and demands, that time puts on us. I began think about that last step into eternity as being when we are finally free from the limits of time. Waiting then shifted in its meaning because I think I began to see waiting, as it is presented in Psalm 37 (thanks for reading it to us.) as trusting in the faithfulness and providence of God. And, yes, waiting is also all about hope. Thank you for you wonderful post.