A Lesson on Waiting

I panicked, like I have never panicked before. My head spun as to why no one forewarned me in advance as I scrambled as fast as I could into the bedroom.

I’m a housewife. Although I have read countless blogs and articles on not turning into a “slob” just because I am privileged to stay at home, by 10:30 I am still in pajamas, only changing after my exercising. No sense getting brand new clothes dusty or sweaty as I struggle to do a plank for thirty seconds- hey, points for honesty.

It has never phased me that I should be more on the ball. No one visits, and I figure I have plenty of time before Bill comes home at lunch. Getting dressed and “ready for my day” is just not a priority I prioritize. #Comfort

I gaped when I saw the Canada Post car fly down our street, despite the chunks of half-melted ice that threatens to pull your tires into a groove three inches deep. This is her second time here and usually is no where near this early! The only time I can honestly say I have seen her on this road is when she delivers-for some reason- parcels to me. I barely had time to go through my thoughts of who might have sent me a parcel. I was not ready. Not presentable. Not modest enough to let anyone see me.

It was rather comical, as I did have a good chuckle shortly after, hair askew, I jammed my nightgown into the jean skirt I yanked on, running, out of breath, down the fourteen stairs, coming just short of pressing my nose against the window pane as I waited for her.

Except she was no where to be found.

Turns out, it was not for me after all.

It did teach me a valuable lesson. Be ready. You never know what can happen from one moment to the next.

Today, I find myself waiting on another parcel. A replacement warmer from Scentsy (yes, they do that, and it’s very cool of them to do so). The only issue is that the system has been loopy for a few days and so all I know is that it has been sent out, but I have no information to see when/track it. It just confirms my need to be “Ready” for when our dear UPS lady comes to deliver it. It’s not looking like today is the day, and oddly enough I am frustrated. Not so much that I’m desperate for it- I had a bit of a scentsy addiction in the past and am the “proud” owner of a mini, and 2 elements… but more because… I HURRIED to dress this morning to prepare for her.

I’m turning into my dad, slowly, I think. He can take the most ordinary conversation and turn it into one about Christ.

“It’s hot.”

“It’ll be hotter in hell. You can’t get a drop of water there.” (Luke 16)

“We got 2 feet of snow…”

“Let me read you this Psalm I just read that says that God makes the snow…” (Psalm 147)

You get it.

I kinda admire it.

These events got me thinking about the seriousness of being prepared. Ready.

Had the mailman been for me, I still had several moments, and, if I hadn’t been so flustered, I had time to throw on a shirt by the time she got out of her car, fumbled with various packages and rang my doorbell. And surely she would have given me two minutes to make it down the stairs.

The Bible says the coming of the Lord will be like lightning that shoots from east to west.

Matthew 24:27 For as the lightning cometh out of the east, and shineth even unto the west; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be.

There’s no delay. No “two minutes” to make yourself ready and “presentable”.

Which brings to mind the parable of the 10 virgins, 5 wise, 5 foolish. How long did the foolish take at the store to buy oil? Something tells me they, like me, panicked, picking up their long skirts they dashed to the store, threw down their money as they grabbed refills, not bothering to wait for change. But alas…

Matthew 25: 11-12 Afterward came also the other virgins, saying, Lord, Lord, open to us. But he answered and said, Verily I say unto you, I know you not.

So close! So very, very close!

That’s a frightening thing, especially if you are outside of Christ.

Revelation 6:16 And said to the mountains and rocks, Fall on us, and hide us from the face of him that sitteth on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb:

I also think it will be a formidable thing for those IN Christ. My knees, are bound to shake enough to cast me prostrate before the Great I AM. Although, like many other children of God, I daydream about the day when He comes to us, I can’t see myself doing the stir-the-pot-dance (or whatever it’s called). He is Almighty. I am not.

Yes, I will tremble.

And yet, that brings me to a second note, since waiting for this parcel -which isn’t coming today… it’s too late now.

I am eager. Eager to have it. Eager to bid her adieu until June when my club comes out, especially since I just saw her yesterday. As an introvert, I find it extremely awkward trying to come up with small talk. I am in nearly a panic when it comes to orders arriving. What if I’m in the bathroom? Will they drive away while I’m frantically washing my hands? Just in case, I limit bathroom breaks. What if they come when I’m cooking or doing dishes and I don’t hear them over the noise I’m making? Avoid the kitchen altogether, then.

I, sadly, literally sit on my husband’s lazyboy, one eyeball out the window, waiting, watching…
Every car that goes down our pretty-quiet street has me giraffe-necking.
Is it her?

I can’t help but wonder if I eagerly await my Lord as I do a simple parcel.

I can’t help but feel reproved that I gawk and pace, and watch and wait more intensely for the UPS driver then His appearing.

The Lord told us to watch and pray lest we enter into temptation. (Matt 26:41)


But He added more, and I have to lower my head and say it was for me.

“The Spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.”

Oh I can’t say that I don’t yawn while scrolling facebook, or close my eyes for… a SPLIT SECOND while awaiting that brown truck to roll up, but it’s a shame to me when exhaustion sets it conveniently, all the more when I go to read the Word or pray. Even if it’s devoted the best time of the day.
It saddens me.

May the Lord make us all the more watchful, alert, sober, prayerful and vigilant for His appearing that we may be found in Him.

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