Last fall, upon the recommendation of a friend, I got a copy of The Waiting Place: Learning to Appreciate Life’s Little Delays. I’m glad I did. What a beautiful book. What gorgeous writing. Poignant. Funny. Moving.
The author writes: “I am absolutely convinced that some of the most beautiful things happen if we are willing to quiet our hearts, lean into the waiting place, and listen to what it tells us. When we do, we will often be astonished by what it has to say.”
Oh, so very true, and how very impatient we are. Or at least, I am. I’m not good at waiting, I confess. I need to learn to be.
I particularly enjoyed the story in the Waiting for the Fish to Bite chapter about the mouse at the cabin crawling up the author’s dad’s leg (presumably in PJs), and the laughter of mother, kids, and grandparents. I was immediately transported back to my childhood and the wonderful times we spent at the lake cabin that belonged to my aunt and cousins.
So like my friend, I want to recommend this book to others. Buy it. Savor it. Let God touch your heart through it.