First thoughts on “Waiting wrongly, Waiting well.”

Waiting. The word evokes so many thoughts in my mind. Difficulty, impatience, endurance, hopefulness and hopelessness, worry, anticipation, and time. Waiting is a matter of time. Though it has much ado about our time, it is sovereignly God’s time.

In a world of choices and preferences, each person measures time on a different scale. Whether it be their own or God’s, the fact that these differences are real seems to me that there is a conflict. If I am waiting on God’s time for something to occur, but it is dependent on someone else’s time, then what time table am I really on?

I have found that if my waiting goes into the years, and I am aware of the waiting process, then more likely my waiting is due to someone else. Yes, there are things in between I am to do to live a productive life. No one, nor especially God, expects me to wait for nothing. Conversely, there are others that may be waiting on me, too. The challenge of it all is that we are all waiting on each other and we don’t even know it.

My biggest dilemma in these situations is to understand when my waiting is enough. God doesn’t disclose everything. How do I know that I have waited long enough?  How do I know that it is time to move on and to move out? Has the situation exhausted itself? Could there be anything more to do or not to do? Am I ready for that time to come?

I have waited for many things in my life. It was hard and difficult. Usually accompanied by frustration, sorrow, and disappointment. It took seventeen years for my most recent promotion to come to fruition. There were many that said “it’ll come.” Those words were so frugal. That’s what you say to get it out of the way and bypass uncomfortable conversations. It’s what you say to appease and move on.

People wait on many things. Waiting for a spouse to come home from military service, a wayward child, a job offer, a promotion, to win gold, to find a marital partner, for healing, recovery, and the next paycheck that cannot come soon enough.

I believe it takes wisdom to know the time. I wish it were as easy to look at my watch and therefore know. The mere fact that I mention this means that it isn’t enough to watch my watch. I need wisdom. God’s wisdom. He is the author of time and is time itself.

I am waiting for other things now. The list has grown shorter but broader. When you have  waited through it all and the seeming reward has come to pass, waiting is not a foe. You not only know what it takes to wait, but more importantly, you now have what it takes to wait.

Time takes waiting and waiting takes time.

In His Service,


Copyright 2016 by The Word in Motion

“Faithful is the Father”

August 13, 2016 was my father’s 86th birthday. Throughout the years past I would call him and ask “Dad, where do you want to go eat on your birthday?” and he always said, “Anywhere, mija! Let’s go!” I enjoyed our time together. We would talk about my job, and his garden. He would catch me up on family and I’d tell him about my friends.

I miss those days, as I missed yesterday. It’s been four years since his passing and it doesn’t seem real to me. I can still hear his voice and see his smile. At times I can still feel his presence. He was a strong man. Throughout my life he remained my strength. There was no man like him. He was good, honorable, loving, and faithful.

Before he died I told him that God didn’t have to shield me in my young life because I had a father that knew how to do it. He smiled. I truly believe God entrusted my father to do the Father’s business in my life. It continued through the ensuing years.

It pains me to write this, but I must. I cannot write or speak of my father without feeling the loss. He was always there. He was there for me in the beginning, through the important moments, and in the end. He had the right words at the right time. He never spoke out of turn, or spoke without purpose. His words were few but resounding. When he spoke I listened. His actions followed his words. There was never a time I did not trust him or his intentions. I just knew he was true. Everything about my father was good. Most of all he loved me. And I still love him. For some reason I cannot speak of him in the past tense. For me, he will always be present tense in my life.

I realize there are many who do not have a father or cannot speak of their father the way I do. For you, I am sorry.

The greatest attribute of my father was his faithfulness. He was always faithful. As my father was faithful, so is God the Father. He is longing to be with you, to hear your voice and to be present in your life. There is no greater relationship known to humankind than the one with The Father. Faithful is the Father.

And so, on this day I remember you, Dad, as I remember you everyday of my life. You are my strength, my all and all, my everything. I miss you. I cannot wait to see you again.

I love you.

“There is one body and one Spirit, just as also you were called in one hope of your calling; one Lord, one faith, one baptism, one God and Father of all who is over all and through all and in all.”

(Ephesians 4: 6)

Copyright 2016  by The Word in Motion

“Running on the Rio”

The 2016 Summer Olympic games opened in the host city of Rio de Janiero this week. I was filled with anticipation to watch the opening games. It was spectacular. The fantastic showing of Brazilians proudly displaying their culture, music, and city was truly a sight to see. I was impressed with the artistic impression of it all. I feel drawn to Rio.

What impressed me the most was the realization of the contrast to what was displayed in the ceremonial opening of the Olympic games. There is a dichotomy that exists in their culture.  Extreme poverty is the reality of the city. Yet, it is the reality in most of our cities, and countries all over the world. It is a part of us. It is with all of us. We are not devoid of this. The world continues.

While watching the opening ceremony I noticed that the next to the last team that walked in was the Olympic Refugee Team. Wow. These are people that have overcome immense odds against living and training in their sport. Their stories are of the impossible and yet they made it! They are in Rio! Their dreams of competing at the Olympic level has arrived. Some say, it doesn’t matter how it happens as long as you arrive. I wonder if that is correct. I think the process of getting there, the in-between, is the part that matters most. After all, one cannot arrive without the in-between. So from this perspective, it matters.

To arrive after such odds has much to do with perseverance. Endurance builds upon each sacrifice and act of determination and strong will. While I believe all Olympic athletes have this in common I also believe there are some that have to try harder to be where they  are. There are a lot of countries with a lack of facilities and sponsors but seem to punch out the best athletes. Take for example in the  1970’s when the country of Romania proudly displayed Olga and Nadia. They hardly came from a place of privilege or state of the art facilities, but I have no doubt their training had to be harder and longer.

My favorite part of the summer Olympics are the track and field events. I remember as a teenager I would spend my late night summers watching the track and field events in my bedroom while the rest of my family was asleep. I remember track star Evelyn Ashford in 1984,  and then came Gale Devers, and the late Florence Griffith-Joyner (“Flo-Jo”). This Olympics my eyes will be on Allyson Felix, who  overcame a devastating injury and has arrived!

I think it is obvious that running is my favorite Olympic sport. There is something about running I believe demonstrates what it means to persevere. You can’t fake running. Whether as a sprinter, middle-distancer, or marathoner, running takes time and patience. You have to be good at waiting to be a good runner. I have become a better runner in time.  With age has come endurance, strength of mind, and the will to persevere.

My running has spanned 25 plus years. During this time lots of life has happened. I have run thousands of miles and I think it is safe to say that I have averaged 26,000 miles to date, and a whole lot of shoes.

My current shoes are in dire need of replacing. They are three years old which is much too old in the world of running. The foam is coming out from inside, and the soles are wearing through. However, what I think most about when I look at my shoes are all the memories my shoes have collected throughout these last three years. My shoes reflect where my thoughts have gone and where my heart has been. They remained with me during good times and bad times. Each time my shoes have been faithful to carry me through.

So it is when I think of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. He carries us through the good and the bad. With Him we can run with endurance and persevere. “He is the wind in my hair and the lift beneath my feet.” Because of Him I am on the run: running on the road, running on the track, running on the ground, and running on the Rio.

In closing and with commemoration of the 2016 Summer Olympics in Rio de Janiero, join me so together we are “Running on the Rio.”

In His service,



Copyright 2016 The Word in Motion