Wait...Wait Some More...

I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the Lord,
who made heaven and earth. - Psalm 121:1,2 (ESV)

“Would you please relax?” my husband suggested as our son and I had called him from home and greeted him with our usual “Good Morning” as soon as our son woke up.  Our son started his week-long vacation to observe the Thanksgiving Holiday. 

“Forget your charge for now,” he added. “Just go out and enjoy the day! Like you guys can go and have lunch somewhere!”

The day’s forecast predicted a beautiful weather. Not too hot. Not too cold. As I did my last load of laundry, my close friend called me and asked if it would be okay for her to come over after her doctor’s appointment so we could have lunch together with my son who was also close to her. What a perfect time! I thought…

“Where are we gonna’ go?” I texted.

“Okay to go to our favorite hotdog and hamburger place if your labs returned okay?” I added ending that statement with a smiley face.

A little over an hour, she did come and my son chose to go to a near deli shop close to our house where old folks and familiar customers usually gathered. It was a quaint shop but the food served was delicious! 

Except…the waiting could also be a long time. 

We pushed the glass door with a dangling “Open” sign slowly as we saw how many people were already sitting, waiting for their orders. In fact, most of the tables were filled. I saw 2 tables that were empty so we all walked to the one near the wall. Greeted with a big smile by the old lady working there, she took our orders for our drinks. As we browsed. And browsed. On what to order. So many choices. Except. The risk was to wait. My friend knew by that time as my son tried to explain. But he also warned her, she would love the sandwiches they were famous for!

“J (my husband) told me to forget about my ordeal and enjoy the day and go out for lunch,” I told my friend as she intently read what was on the menu.

“I hope you’re listening,” she replied.

“Well, I’m glad you came. Thank you for coming and having lunch with us,” I echoed.

So…I ended up ordering Barbeque beef on their French roll. My son ordered Pastrami sandwich and my friend decided she would have the Philly Cheese Steak. 

“Okay…Here we go…” I whispered.

“What?” my friend asked with her brows raised, trying to get a clue.

“The waiting period starts…now!”

We chatted. About my son’s latest from his school activities. And though he knew I didn’t want to brag much about him, he knew I was proud of his hardworking study habits without my husband and I telling him to do so. My friend was enthusiastic to hear much from him all the time since she knew our son since he was 4 years old. He would be an adult soon. We all got carried away with joking around and telling other stories that we didn’t seem to notice how long we had waited. Until the orders came, piping hot as each huge plate was being placed in front of us.

The first bites came and our conversation died down as the three of us, savored and enjoyed the delicious sandwiches. The wait was worth it. My friend and I always fight when it comes to paying My friend grabbed the check and ended up paying for our lunch. She wanted to treat me and my son as she hasn’t seen him in a long time. We slowly got up and as we went out the door, we couldn’t help but observe how many more people kept coming in. The sun by then was shining brightly.

“What a beautiful day!” exclaimed my friend.

I looked up and saw how clear the blue skies were. 

“Thank You!” I whispered.

I looked up and let the sun’s rays bathe over me. I knew the profound truth that waiting for His timing was always the best thing I could do. It would be all worth it. To see the “blurry” with the “eyes of faith” and just wait…Wait…Wait some more…

"Someday...I will understand
All the things will be clear for me
As I live for now, all I know
Is that I must...trust in no one...but You..."
~ chorus part from my song "I Will Never" on 1/17/07

Happy Thanksgiving to all of you!!! God bless!
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