Not Settling for Less Than Someday
Those of you who follow my personal Twitter page know that my email inbox has long been a thing of abject horror and dread for me, based on my inability to properly keep up with it (and also my desperate need for a personal assistant who will work for smiles.) Well, last night, with the help of Pandora and my hilarious Twitter friends cheering me on, I FINALLY dove headfirst into my inbox and managed to get my unread email count down to ZERO. Score one for productivity!
It’s amazing, though, the revelation and inspiration that can come from sorting through emails you haven’t read in months or more. Emails you forgot about. Correspondence with people who may no longer be in your life (for example, Mr. E’s random text messages that he sent to my email inbox [WHAT?!] last year following the infamous Facebook poke were in there. The rest of that story coming soon.) Emails that make you smile and emails that make you sad. And then emails that remind you of just how much God is in control of the big picture, even when we can only see one little corner of the painting.
You see, I found the series of emails that were sent and received several months ago as I was searching for a new apartment. Emails to various properties, emails from various property managers, a few Craigslist inquiries (mostly scams.) And as I sorted and read through these emails, I remember how frustrated I felt as I looked high and low for a new place to live. There were places that were too expensive, places that were too small, places that wouldn’t be ready on time…places that weren’t even real. There is (almost) nothing more exasperating than trying to find a place to live. (Except, perhaps…finding someone to love.) I can remember, though, in the midst of the search, feeling this feeling in my gut to keep looking. Keep praying. Keep hoping. Keep holding out for not just okay, or even better, but the best.
And it was in the midst of that endless search that I came across a rather unassuming little ad on Craigslist about the place I live now. So unassuming, I almost didn’t respond. It also said NO PETS, which could have completely discouraged me from responding, since everyone knows my cat Prince Hairy and I are like peas and carrots. But something in my gut told me to send the landlord an email. And the rest, as they say, is history. I came out to see the property with my parents later that very day and fell in love. It felt as though someone had wandered around inside my mind and then created what they saw. That’s how magical the ranch where I now live is. I found the place where my soul belongs. (The road to my house is featured in the picture at the top of this blog.)
And reading back through those emails, it’s easy to see how I could have so easily missed it…had I given up or grown frustrated or settled for something less out of fear or doubt or impatience.
I say all this to say all this: I know the wait for (fill in the blank) is frustrating, and tiresome, and sometimes feels hopeless and endless and like you’ve been forgotten. Like you’ll never quite find the place or the person that FITS. But you WILL. Someday. And no, I can’t answer when your “someday” is. I wish I could. But I do have faith that SOMEDAY is coming. For you, and for me. I can’t tell you when what you’re waiting for will get here. But I do believe that it WILL get here.
And when it does…you will thank God that you didn’t settle for anything less.
What are YOU waiting for and hoping for and praying for? Comment below.