“Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience.
Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.”
(Harold Glen Borland – a nature journalist who wrote poetry, fiction for adults and children, and other nonfiction. 1900-1978)
As a writer, I need patience and persistence. But I am more than tree and grass. I’m a creative emotional being with spirit, mind, and soul, who struggles with waiting. Right now I’m in squirm mode—between book contracts. I’m lowly bait, a worm on a hook writhing with concern over my writing career. Pathetic, fickle creature.
I recently read patience is the level of endurance one can take before falling into negativity.
Thoughts such as:
-I won’t get another contract because I’m a lousy writer.
-Writing is too much effort for the reward. I’m dangling on the end of a hook, remember. And it’s not the first time either.
The psalmist understood fickle creatures and negative thoughts. And of all things, he preaches back at them with a pep talk regarding God’s love.
“Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God.” Psalms 42
In squirm mode, I’m itching for action.
Anything to hope again.
Even preaching to myself.
Preaching to myself . . . I guess I could clean my desk so I can read my inspirational plaque: Live creatively.
I could tape my theme scripture on my bathroom mirror. “Explore who you are and the work you’ve been given. Sink yourself into it. Don’t be impressed with yourself or compare yourself to others. Be your creative best for you.” Gal 6:1-5
The psalmist reminded himself of wonderful experiences of past worship. I could search my prayer journal and see what God’s accomplished in my life. Perhaps it’s time to browse my writing scrapbook, or make one.
I suddenly see it. My writing lull is a comma, not a period. It’s a gift of time from a loving God. I can use it to rethink priorities, set writing and marketing goals, hone new skills. Persistence urges me into action and hope marches up my spine. I shiver with delight. Yes, there is hope in the waiting.
Even so, a negative thought returns. Working without a deadline? Impossible.
I preach to myself. Soul, you’re strong in Christ.
Waiting is extra time. A gift from God. Praise Him.
I don’t want to squander my time wallowing in negativity when I have a gazillion better choices. I will catch up on life. Ideas pop into my mind of ways to bless my family and friends. Or I could use my time to practice self-discipline. I’m not pathetic or fickle. I’m normal. I’m also chosen, forgiven and loved. I find another blessing. Waiting makes me thirsty for living water.
Psalm 42:1 “As the deer pants for the water brooks,
so my soul pants for Thee, O God.”
Beyond the tree and grass and worm is a larger stream. I can wait in confidence that He’ll nudge me along in His time.
What uplifting sayings or verses do you cherish?
What blessings do you experience in wait mode?