How many times have we as parents heard the whining cry, “are we there yet?” I have said it to my own parents many times. Along with the words comes a longing to be there soon. When I reflect upon how I felt back then, it is comparable to how I feel now. I’ll admit I listen to too much Glenn Beck. I download his radio show every day, plus watch him on FOX news, and I’m beginning to wonder if we’re almost there.
Symbolically, predictably, I would say and understand it as it relates to myself. Am I ready yet? Are my projects done? Is my family history organized? Is every room in my own house neat and orderly?
A few years ago on the very day I completed all my projects, when all 8 were still under our roof, I went to bed in total peace, and woke up to the sound of gun shots outside my window. I jumped out of bed and looked out of my door to see fire in the garage. The only reason I could see it was because I had propped the garage door open before I went to bed, and left the light on to lure all the flies into my trap there. Flies go toward the light, and I used to set out bait to get rid of them that way. The flies were the only thing left that I needed to clean out of my house. I had a housekeeper helping me with my projects, and she knew we had just finished everything. Walls, cupboards, drawers, all neat and organized. I was prepared, and then the fire.
Since 1994, there hasn’t been one moment when I could say my projects are all done. I have intentionally left something undone (a total mess). So, if God is waiting for me, I’m not helping things along at all. How about I pretend that it’s me He’s waiting for? And, see what happens the day after……….
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