I feel like so many people spend their lives waiting. Waiting for that moment, the breakthrough, the girl. Waiting to begin. The ‘if’s’ and ‘when’s’ get in the way of right now and we let time slip by underneath our tired eyes and half-conscious minds. Suddenly we have waited and we are 45. Still waiting, hoping harder. We have to do more than hope. Take hold of the things we hope for and discard our doubts and fears and reasoning. More often, the deepest desires of ours are not things. We all have an aching desire to become. We know our own potential succeeds who we are right now and our souls cry out for the truth of it to be revealed. For our glory to be let loose. We are those of greatness who are intimidated by ourselves. We wish we would live out the things we know we are beneath the surface, beneath the mess… more courageous, more joyful, more loving and kind.
We pin our hopes on the things that we believe will allow us to be that way… Circumstances, people and things, and we wait for them with a desperate, longing hope, deep within our souls. Still, we are only fooling ourselves: we know those things are not the answer. Our fears create the confines of our current realities. We create the cages we reside in, unwanted, unintentional cages we claw at to escape. We despise them, but we are the authors. We cannot help ourselves. Those fears and comforts of ours, the ones we choose to own, seduce us and sedate us and make us wait in a quiet restlessness for the things we long for, distracted by the unimportant.
We will wake up soon and take the risk, seize those realities we long for, or wake up later to the reality of missed opportunities and wasted time. Our rescuer is knocking, calling to us, holding out His hand to take us into the greatness He purposed us for, before we got in the way. He is calling ‘’My child, wake up. Wake up.”