waiting. what a horrid word. but i know there has to be some goodness in it. it's sprinkled throughout scripture, infused in Christian literature, and seems not to be going anywhere anytime soon. earlier this year, i read a book called "when the heart waits" by sue monk kidd (not meaning "where is my husband") which has rocked my go-getter-self to the core. mrs. kidd argued that waiting is a key ingredient in our spiritual recipe, which has been omitted from our fast-paced, want-it-now society. a society that has slowly, yet surely, seeped into our churches. she likened not waiting to abortion... interrupting the process of incubation in the midst of a tender (and necessary) growth process. 'everything incubates in darkness' she says. 'waiting is a verb' she comments. so now i face a time where i have challenged my heart to see the good in the waiting. see the good in the brink. and see the good in the rest that my heart and mind must lounge in the bosom of this amazing, patient God of mine. in fact, i like the word 'lounge' better than 'wait'....those that lounge, will their strength be renewed. rest. watch. drink it in.