My Dance Partners

Each morning I read from a devotional and every day has a new entry.  As the new year rolls around, I begin again. I’ve read these same passages each year for the past several years, yet it never ceases to amaze me how sometimes it seems like I’m reading an entry for the very first time.

That happened to me just the other day. I opened to the date and the first line said “Waiting, trusting and hoping are intricately connected…”

I stopped there for a moment. Waiting. Trusting. Hoping. 

I think it hit me so intensely that day because it feels like my life right now is a dance with those three as my partners.

If you are a regular reader of my blog, you might remember my very first post was about hope being my superpower. I still hold tightly to that, as hope is an internal choice that I can make again and again.  This partner and I have a good rhythm. 

Trust, on the other hand, can be more of a challenge. My faith provides a foundation of trust that I’m going to be okay, no matter what. I know that because I’ve overcome and survived a lot of things in my years. The difficulty comes when my trust involves another person, and their poor choices, that I have no control over, directly affect me.  My trust is then fragile and the dance is painful and awkward. 

Lastly, there’s waiting… oh the waiting. I think this is the hardest for me. Why? Because waiting means I have an expectation of something happening. The more uncertain the outcome is, the harder the wait. It feels never-ending.  When I practice the dance of waiting, I have days where the steps are smooth, yet others it feels like I’m falling, tripping over my own feet.

What do I do? I keep on practicing the moves, over and over, one day at a time. I hope for good and the best for myself and others, I trust that no matter what each day brings, I will make it through and do my best, and then I wait. I wait for the good and best things…and while I’m waiting, I hold on tight to that hope and trust.