Everyone is waiting for something. Sometimes we wait so long we can just, well, give up. For example, I have been waiting for two weeks for my television provider to arrive to fix the equipment which allows me to watch my TV. At first I waited anxiously, almost desperate because I could not envision missing my favorite team’s sporting events. I called; I emailed; and I repeated each step very, very often. Now, well, I have been waiting so long (relatively) that I am ready to give up. Life without television cannot be that bad, right? The waiting has become an exhausting experience. Maybe I should give up waiting and move on to something else.
But that would be giving up. I know that, one day, it will fit into someone’s schedule to fix my TV. He will show up at my door. The waiting has changed me. What has really changed in me as I wait is the decrease in my anxiety. I used to be really angry about this waiting (My anger is justified because they are messing with my Badger Basketball games!) But that has diminished too. You see, I have been assured by the “specialists” who have taken my calls that they “understand my frustration, and we will help you as soon as possible.” How truly comforting to know that, at least, I am understood by someone.
But what if my repair technician is never coming. What if he is just a character in a well-crafted story. The trucks they drive around can be seen just few miles from my house, but, what if they are being driven by imposters; or what if they just don’t come to my neighborhood. What if the repair technician is just a myth? What if I wait a month and no one shows up. Well, you could say, get a new television provider. No, no, that’s not the point. Don’t you see? I am waiting for what I have been promised. And I am not giving up. I am sure there is some very good explanation for why I am waiting for what seems to be such an easy solution: just get in your truck and drive to my house! But, I guess, the solution that seems so easy to me must not really be so easy. There must be some reason that I do not understand; there is some reason for my waiting which I cannot fathom because I do not have all of the facts. Maybe what I need to do is learn more about how to wait without giving up.
Everyone is waiting for something. Everyone is waiting for someone. Unless they have stopped waiting. What are you waiting for? Who are you waiting for? Don’t stop.