So I wondered what to do next. No doors seemed to be opening, and standing in the hallway (so to speak) was getting pretty boring. I mean, I was pounding on these doors, and hollering for them to open up, and did they? Nope. And I was stuck waiting.
Besides being bored and frustrated, I was starting feel kind of jealous. I certainly wasn’t the only one in the hallway, but almost everyone else was walking through doors.
It is like being at a restaurant, and you’ve been waiting for your food for an hour. And the guy that just walks in gets served before you. Baffling, isn’t it? And I wasn’t even asking for all of the doors to open. . I just wanted one. And by now, I wasn’t even going to be picky.
Waiting. Most of us don’t like it. With uncertainty and fear of the future looming in front of us, we get overwhelmed and forget that waiting can be a blessed time.
Waiting is beautiful.
The hallway became a type of altar and sanctuary for me. Some of my dreams died there, but many others came to life. Tears mixed with joy. The complete surrender of my own desire. ‘My’ doors stayed shut, but I was able to accept and walk through the other, open doors. I learned that God always hears us, but doesn’t always give us what we ask for; He is a good Father, and knows what is best for His children.
And so as I stood in the hallway, people whizzing by me, rushing in and out of doors, I learned to lift up my hands and worship Him. Worship while waiting.