Turn, Turn, Turn
I leave the house when it is still dusky out, the break of day is just starting to transition into to the soul touching display of colors that paint the sky. On my side of town, there isn't too much traffic at that time, but when I get on to the main road, there are several stop lights before getting on the interstate that takes up the bulk of my commute. Every now and then, if you hit it just right and get the first light at a green, all of the rest will be green and you can glide on through them like some implausible victory lap. This morning, that very magic happened. When it happens, you're not really aware until the second light. Feelings of gratefulness at the light staying green as you glide through it are replaced with disbelief, and then euphoria. I am glorious, cruising along in my light blue mini van like the rock star that I am. The sky has opened up, and the world smiles upon me as I make it through all 7 lights (yes, 7) while they are green. I look around and wonder if all of the other cars that have joined me in this momentous occasion are as giddy as I am. Just me?
But, what I noticed soon after I merged onto the interstate still basking in my glory was that I had missed seeing the elderly man who is usually crossing the crosswalk around that time of the morning. His slow steps and the careful way he takes in his surroundings always makes me wonder what his day looks like. Does he have family near? Where does he walk to at this time of the morning? Also, the people watching that goes on at some of those larger intersections can be incredibly entertaining as well. And while today I was so thankful for the free pass and the moment of exhilaration, it also made me think that sometimes the waiting isn't all bad.
We have been groomed in 2019 that having to wait is a negative thing. We expect immediate results to fit our wants. An automatic fix to every problem. But, something I have seen in the lows of my life are that even in the low points there are such sweet moments. Of course, I want to breeze through life not being touched by needs or disappointments, but what am I missing in those low areas if all I am doing in them is waiting for cruise control to kick back in? Maybe it's blind optimism, or the fact that I see the world how I wish it to be instead of how it actually is, but waiting in the pits does not mean there is no good to be found. It just means it may look different for a little while. But, what an adventure that we get to see life from all of the different angles instead of just zooming by.
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.