Original Watercolor, in process, Marcia Carole

A lone thrush is singing a single, long note in the fir tree just beside my house. It is early morning gray in Seattle. Little Pine Siskins, a lovely family of them, chirp quietly in their own little green spot out back. Here I am Lord, waiting on you. He and I talk, as I imagine a happily married couple would, save my notched-up reverence for Him. Thank you for the solid night of sleep, I mention cheerfully. Big gift these days. I guess I’ll take my cancer medication, now the barley pills. A dog barks and the cars roar by fast on 405 in the valley below.

I’ve been working on a new watercolor. (See above.) However, in order to have fun with a big brush, I’ve been painting piles of etching paper with bright acrylic in hopes that, someday, I’ll be training others in sharing their stories through art. It’s a hope now, but I am waiting. In my waiting phase, I am strong enough to do many things, but not strong enough to sustain energy for long hours deep into the night. Let’s just say, the phone is not ringing. (She’s fighting cancer; let her rest.)

Waiting is hard for me. Maybe you too, I think, as the roar of the cars continues below. We go, go, go in America if we aren’t sick. We like to “do.” I like to “do.” God breaks into my musings with a comment – I want you to be close to Me, to learn about Me, To get to know Me better. He directs me to a little devotional called Streams In The Desert. This is what I read:

Waiting upon God is necessary in order to see Him, to have a vision of Him. The time element in vision is essential. Our hearts are like a sensitive photographer’s plate; and in order to have God revealed there, we must sit at His feet a long time. The troubled surface of a lake will not reflect an object.

Our lives must be quiet and restful if we would see God. There is power in the sight of some things to affect one’s life. A quiet sunset will bring peace to a troubled heart. Thus the vision of God always transforms human life.

Waiting seems so much better now. Thank you, Lord.


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