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Vivian Dippold
You have waited and waited. Finally, the time has arrived! Change has happened. Graduation is over, a job awaits. Nine months have passed, the baby is about to be born. It’s the first day of school and that kindergarten child gets to ride the school bus with the older sibling. And, the list can go on. Those anticipated opportunities creep up on us and before we know it, they are here…and gone. But when the waiting started, it seemed like forever.
But, the HAT. What about the HAT?
I’ll get to that. First, Joyce Meyer says:
We spend a lot of time in our lives waiting because change is a process. Many people want change, but they don't want to go through the waiting process. But the truth is, waiting is a given—we are going to wait. The question is, are we going to wait the wrong or right way? If we wait the wrong way, we'll be miserable; but if we decide to wait God's way, we can become patient and enjoy the wait. It takes practice…we develop patience, which is one of the most important Christian virtues.
You must understand that a key factor to this waiting situation is how you wait. Mark Twain wrote: “All good things arrive unto them that wait - and don't die in the meantime.” That’s it! Don’t die in the meantime.
Okay, but I still don’t get it. What does a HAT have to do with this!
Listen, it is all about the HAT…the HAT. You wear it on your head to protect you from the elements - or just to look nice. You know – Hope, Anticipation, Trust!
There’s nothing like floating in warm clear waters looking up at the billowing clouds on a background of the clearest blue. There is the white sandy beach with only a few multi-colored umbrellas with no one under them. It has to be my Euphoria. It is the place I crave the most.
It has been over three years since my husband of 44 years and I began the cancer journey. In that time he has had two bouts of cancer – prostate and rectal. And due to the cancers, he has suffered through the anxiety of an early retirement which brought about lingering emotional distress. It has been a tough, arduous journey. And, it still continues.
My refuge is that serene place of quiet contemplation where the clouds meet the horizon, where the sun shines brightly and warms the water. I place my head back and sing songs of praise to my Creator. I relax knowing that the One who made all of this surely knows my name and He cares about me.
In all of our distress, there has to be a Place of Refuge, a place where all is well. Not only is my refuge cradled in an empty beach, clear warm water, and a sky of white billowing clouds but it is more so in the strong enveloping arms of the One who created all that beauty. This is where I know all is well.
