wait.

For the hand of the Lord rests on this mountain…

-Isaiah 25:10-

Has it been a year?  I think it has been two.  In a whisper that we knew only to be the Holy, we heard the drawing.  Away. Into the current of the Lord.

And, for hundreds and hundreds of days we have been on the search for the current.  Some days we search with open eyes and open hearts, in every nook and every cranny—hopeful that we will know where and what he is calling us to.  Some days we don’t think about it at all.  Some days we are convinced we misheard or misinterpreted or are mentally insane.  Some days the wait feels long and our hearts grow tired.  Some days it feels like we are only inches or seconds away.  We have an action plan. It might be a good one. Or it might be a filler of space and time.  Being still has never been our strength.

But, for now, we just keep waiting.  Because it is all that we know to do.

What are you waiting on?

i will wade out

till my thighs are steeped in

burning flowers

i will take the sun in my mouth

and leap into the ripe air

alive

with closed eyes

-e.e. cummings-