Things have been a little quiet around these parts. I’m not burned out on the internet. I’m not taking a break from blogging. I’m still busy with things of the sort. I write on a weekly basis for TV Asylum. I’m working on a few projects that you’ll see one day. I write lengthy emails to friends who are scattered about the world. I still write often.
The things you find around here are usually ridiculous and silly. I love that the fun I have writing stuff in turn makes people smile. I love that what I love to do makes someone’s day a little bit brighter. Sometimes though, life is not all bright and silly. Sometimes it’s really difficult. It’s dark. It’s scary. It’s real.
That’s when the words come all at once. Too many words. Too many to write down and to contain on one page. I don’t have writer’s block. I have writer’s rush. It’s overwhelming. I have so much to say, all at once. It’s jumbled.
Right now I have no idea what my job situation holds. Lots of governmental changes coming about. Rumblings of a strike. Uncertainty of job positions.
Right now most of my closest “heart friends” are scattered all over the world. These are the friends that make your heart happy, no matter the circumstance. Jackson, Winnipeg, Dominican Republic, Kentucky, Boston, Uganda…they’re hogging the people that know me best and make my heart the happiest.
Right now a woman from my parents’ church (a place full of people I consider family) is in her last days of life. A mom of two young kids. A wife. A daughter.
Right now there is a thirteen year old girl from my parents’ church in the hospital. On May 17th, when she was getting off of the school bus, she was struck by a garbage truck. She’s suffered major injuries and has been in a coma ever since.
Right now a lot of heavy stuff is happening. I could keep writing a list, but it would be too long.
Right now there is heartache and pain. Right now there is brokenness. Right now there is despair. Right now there is a God who is aching more than we are. Right now there is a God who holds everything in his hand. Right now there is a God who is whispering in the stillness, “Just wait and see what I’m going to do with this!”
Right now if you drive around our city, you will see lime green ribbons tied around posts, trees, porches, vehicles…everywhere. It’s impossible to go anywhere and not see a ribbon. They represent this sweet girl. They shout Lydia’s name. Right now if you look up the hashtag #PrayForLydia on Twitter, you will find dozens and dozens of tweets dedicated to her. Tweets, prayers, emails, Facebook groups, fundraisers, even a call to pray for her in a House of Commons meeting…all of this to support Lydia and her family. All the while proclaiming that God is doing good things…and will continue to do so.
We live in the Right Now. We want it to be over Right Now. We want the pain to stop Right Now. We want to be happy Right Now. We want things to make sense Right Now. We want healing to come Right Now. We want to be restored Right Now.
We say Right Now. God says Not Yet. We ask When. He says Soon. Stop and listen. Be still. Hear him whisper, “Just wait and see what I am going to do with this!”
Reading over Lydia’s mother Michelle’s blog screams of this truth. We do not make the decisions. We do not call the shots. We can’t speed up the process. Some things don’t happen Right Now.
“In one blog, I misspelled coma, and said she was in a comma. There is much truth to that statement as well. A comma calls for a slight pause, a separation of sentence elements. Our lives have been separated into before May 17, 2012, and after, just as we felt on the day she was born, that our lives would never be the same again. We do not know the gift we will be given when Lydia emerges from the coma; if she will be fully restored to us, as she was before, or if a new Lydia will be ours to love. One thing we do know, this pause, or lapse of time, is full of the workings of our God. We trust Him for the gift He will give to us, in His time.”
Just wait and see what He’s going to do with this!