A lot of days are just boring.
Anyone who experiences the long-haul of healing, either from a physical injury or an emotional/spiritual one, can tell you that so much of the time is spent… waiting. We wait for tests results or court orders. We wait for bones to mend or hearts to stop hurting. One way or another, we are waiting for results.
Right now, Joseph keeps reminding me that we are called to a long obedience in the same direction. It is mind-numbingly tedious and there is no glory in it. Fancy bells and whistles do not accompany the steady, consistent decision to show up for Asher even when he is ugly. There are no medals or awards awaiting us at the end of a long day of triggers and poor behavior from Nathan or Georgia. It’s simply another day.
We get up. We go to appointments. We fix food. We look over school work. We make phone calls. We fix more food. We set up more appointments. We go to bed. Repeat.
Nobody warns you about how difficult the monotony of waiting will be – because it isn’t a matter of if but only when. And true healing takes time. Certainly, God can choose to miraculously put all things right, but more often than not, He desires us to slow down and learn that beauty unfolds with patience.
Mama to Both 