“A waiting person is a patient person. The word patience means the willingness to stay where we are and live the situation out to the full in the belief that something hidden there will manifest itself to us.”
― Henri J.M. Nouwen
How tenuous our will can become as the weight of the wait begins to swell.
For it can be difficult, distressing and dispiriting to “stay”
To actually live a situation out to the full?
How uncomfortable – even unnerving – just doing that can be.
What a relief it can be to suspend belief.
To ignore that something hidden will be revealed.
How easy it can seem to simply decide to move on, through and beyond.
Waiting does require a certain level of patience.
And that patience?
It calls out for faith.
The one, reliable, guaranteed source of stamina that will provide an uncommon strength.
The brawn needed to shoulder the burden of the wait.
A wellspring of calm that buoys the spirit.
Keeping one afloat in a sea of adversity.
The foundation of fortitude.
An impenetrable fortress built to endure.
Not just belief.
That somehow, sometime, something will indeed manifest itself.
Maybe not at this moment.
Or even this lifetime.
But in due course.
In its time.
So keep the faith.
And halve the weight/wait.