I sat there at my desk, the anticipation building in my young mind. The moment was quickly approaching; it was only one minute away. I stared at the clock as the teacher continued to talk despite the class’s limited attention to anything she said. None of it mattered as I watched the second hand steadily making its way around the clock face. Fifteen seconds…I had waited all morning, listening to the teacher go on and on about books and numbers until my brain literally ached from it. Ten seconds…it always seemed the closer it got, the longer it seemed to take the clock to tick off each second. Five seconds…every muscle in my body began to tense up, like a cat ready to pounce on its unsuspecting prey. The teacher seemed unconcerned as I silently counted off the remaining seconds. Three…two…one…just when I thought I could not endure one more factoid of information, the clock struck noon and the lunch bell rang. The magnificent melodious sound of the lunch bell, which signaled my release from state mandated incarceration and release to the food and fun of the cafeteria…and the glories of the playground.
Waiting for a particular moment sometimes seems like an eternity; as if time itself has been stretched to an unbearable length, turning hours into years. No one likes to wait, but some things are harder to wait for than others. One of the hardest things to wait on is God. So many times we pray for people, or events, or needs and yet God seems to remain silent. People extend well meant platitudes, yet it often brings little comfort for the person waiting. The only solace you can find when waiting is to learn to trust. The Bible says, in Psalms 27:14, “Wait for the Lord; Be strong and let your heart take courage; Yes, wait for the Lord.” (NASB) It is a constant struggle to wait on God, as our human nature tells us that we should do things our way; that our timing is best and the God is constantly late. I just have to keep reminding myself that God is all knowing and as Jeremiah 29:11 states, “For I know the plans that I have for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘plans for welfare and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope.” As hard as it is to wait, I’d rather walk with the Lord, than try to get out in front of Him. I’m not trying to be preachy, but rather to encourage all who read this of God’s grace and His love for you. Even when it seems He’s ignoring you or forgotten you, just remember His promises and His love. “Wait for the Lord; Be strong and let your heart take courage; Yes, wait for the Lord.” God’s moments are perfectly planned, and worth the wait.
The blank page, the most exciting and equally the most frightening thing to a new author. To this aspiring author, it was more the latter. He sat before the computer screen, the blank page staring menacingly back at him. This was it, his first blog entry as an aspiring author. His fingers poised over the keyboard…waiting for inspiration to come. The seconds passed. His fingers remained stationary, hovering just above the keys. He cleared his throat and shifted his position in the chair, and still nothing. He retracted his hands and stared determinedly at the screen. He rested his right hand on the desk and began tapping his fingers softly, feeling the gradual onset of anxiety. This was his first blog post, and he wanted it to be profound and to demonstrate his knowledge and ability as a writer. Why was this so hard? Now several minutes had passed and still the page was blank. He closed his eyes and shook his head slowly from side to side. No ideas came to mind. What kind of an author can’t even write a simple blog entry? Another thought came to him: would anyone even read this blog once he did figure out what to write? He stood up and paced back and forth across the room. Perhaps inspiration would come if he moved around a bit. He made several laps across the room, but inspiration remained elusive. He paused and looked towards his desk. A baseball sat on the corner nearest him. He picked up the ball and turned it over in his hand. The logo read The Captains, a minor league that used to play in Shreveport Louisiana; his first baseball game. A smile spread across his face as the memory of the game came back to him. He tossed the ball up in the air and caught it. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. No, he didn’t want this to be a sports blog. He replaced the ball and continued to pace. His mind reviewed all the websites that he’d perused over the past several weeks; many of them were specifically about how to write a blog. So many suggestions, but none of them seemed right for his first blog. He sat back down at the keyboard and tapped lightly on the keys. The blank page was still there, mocking his frustration. He wanted so badly to be a published author. To be stymied by something as simple as a blog entry was disheartening. He took another deep breath and looked at screen. His fingers again poised above the keys. He pushed one, then another. Before long he’d formed an entire word on the screen. He hit the spacebar, and continued typing. When he finally stopped typing and looked over what’d he’d written he realized that writing a blog was just like writing a short story or novel. It starts with typing one word at a time. As daunting as an eight hundred page novel is at the beginning, you start by typing the first word. Now…what would he write about next week?