I’m a morning person. My old dog isn’t.
I need to move, briskly. He doesn’t do speed.
I want to walk forever; complete forever before the sun fully rises, to protect us from the heat. He’s got other plans.
I’m terrified of waste (time, talent, opportunity, health). He fears the teenaged cat, staring him down, from behind a fence.
If he’s frightened of the cat, how will he be when he meets a fox in the Commons? He also hates the rain… Cannot lah- he’s not going to be happy in London. Dr Chan, ever the voice of reason.
We are two very different beings, my old dog and I. Although he’s thankfully adopted new walking manners, there’s still no hurrying him along.
He really wants to stop and sniff every tree, every bush, every step of the way.
I’m convinced God gave me Angel to teach me, patience, and the art of waiting.
I’m discovering that waiting is learned behaviour and a virtue unto itself.
I am waiting for X. I am waiting for Y. I am waiting for Z.
“Waiting. Simply one person doing nothing, over time, while another approached.”– Ian McEwan, Antonement
- Pslams 27:14 (NKJV) Wait on the Lord/ Be of good courage/ And He shall strengthen your heart./ Wait, I say, on the Lord.