The Waiting Room

I've been thinking a lot about our 'Waiting Room' this week.  I don't mean a physical waiting room but a mental and spiritual one.  We seem to be waiting a lot lately.  Before God put us in this particular waiting room, He has put us in others that seemed heavier and blanker and stale.  But this one isn't that way.  It's a more encouraging room.  One that I wouldn't mind hanging a picture or two in.  One that doesn't have an awkward silence.  One where you are free to move about and not just be still.

This one is different.

Somedays this Waiting Room is so evident in my day.  Its like I'm sitting in a 50 year old, hard back chair.  I'm squirmy, uncomfortable and anxious. I check a few times an hour just to see if we have been summoned to leave the waiting room; to be free to get up, only for a moment.  But nothing.  Those days may be quiet but they are not silent.  The Lord has been so sweet to remain vocal in our Waiting Room.  All His goodness and mercy are in this room, completely available and new each day.  And when it is so obvious that we are in that room, it's still a room that I wouldn't mind having a cup of coffee in....well, maybe in a different chair.

This one is different.

Somedays this Waiting Room is not evident in my day.  My portion and my cup overflow and I don't even notice the wait.  I know its there but its like the lingering smell of cut grass.   Evident but not visible.  There is more stillness in my day, more comfy seats to relax in, more peace of mind in my wait.  My mind is focused and nothing about the room distracts me.

The difference is...

Well, I can't put it into one word. But I do know it has more to do with 'well done' instead of 'well said'.  I could say its prayer; but I prayed in the other waiting room.  I could say its faith; but I had faith in the other waiting room.  I could say its others; but I had others in the other waiting room.  I could say it's God's Word...well, maybe I will say it's God's Word but not the knowledge of, the hearing of, the speaking of but the DOING OF.

The difference is the doing of God's Word.  The hupakouo.  To not just stop at listening but the hupakouo.  The obeying.   The deeper action than just 'I want to be like that."  The action of allowing the Holy Spirit to be.  Less (of me) is more (of Him).

What a difference the hupakouo makes.  In my life.  In my wait.   In my view from the wait.  My hupakouo matters most to the One who put me in the Waiting Room.

And when we are taken out of this Waiting Room, I hope there is evidence of my hupakouo  and that it remains.