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You know how coat racks have those curly pegs at the top as a place to hang hats? My dad’s house has a hat rack and he has tons of hats hanging on top. He has all kinds of caps from everywhere, with every mascot and logo on them. The hats really define him as they have come from jobs he’s held, teams he’s supported and places he’s visited.
Tonight I found myself wanting to hang my hat on some waiting scriptures. As I thought about what that phrase meant to me, I thought about my dad’s hat collection. My papa had one too when he lived in his big house that my grandparents had lived in for over 50 years together. The big box of hats held not only memories but pieces of his life.
Which brings me back to the phrase to hang one’s hat. A place to hang one’s hat is a place to live or to dwell. If a hat represents who we are, it's rack represents where we live. A place we dwell is where we hangout. Dwelling reminds me of living, really living and living well, thriving. Dwelling in a place is where we can totally be ourselves and let it all hang out so to speak.
I’d like for the place I dwell to be as solid as the Rock in whom I live. I’d like for what hangs out in this place to represent him well. I’d like all the transformed places in me to show and I’d even be okay with the nasty human-ny places still in process hanging out if that’s what it takes to make these new.
I realized tonight that waiting isn’t something that is at the top of my to do list. Waiting is actually something I’ve had more than enough of lately and something I almost resent being a little too familiar with. So all of you who took the time to comment and send me verses about waiting, God bless you. He spoke through you straight to my waiting heart. I can turn impatient waiting into joyful expectation when I don't just fret and worry wait. When I wait on the Lord, watching for Him to show up, work miracles, whisper to my heart, my bored, impatient waiting for the phone to ring, turns to joyous expectancy in anticipation of what God will do. Which is totally a miracle because a few hours ago I was running low on every fruit of the spirit…including joy. And then I wonder. Just how will He save the day this time? Just like an exciting book with the plot dramatically unfolding, I will wait for the twists and turns that make a good story in my life.
This day is holy to God. Don't feel bad. The joy of God is your strength!,,. God has lost track of me. He doesn't care what happens to me"? Don't you know anything? Haven't you been listening? God doesn't come and go. God lasts. He's Creator of all you can see or imagine.He doesn't get tired out, doesn't pause to catch his breath. And he knows everything, inside and out. He energizes those who get tired, gives fresh strength to dropouts. For even young people tire and drop out, young folk in their prime stumble and fall. But those who wait upon God get fresh strength. They spread their wings and soar like eagles, They run and don't get tired, they walk and don't lag behind. Nehemiah 8:10 & Isaiah 40:28-31