In high school, I read the most delightful story called, “Waiting for Godot.” I would have to re-read it to report on its content accurately (and should do that)! The title is significant and a constant reminder of how patient we have to be, waiting for events that may never happen or people who may never show up.
It seems that I am always waiting. It probably happens to you, too. Waiting at the doctor’s office, waiting for the mail to show up, waiting for a phone call, waiting for a kind word, waiting for guests to arrive, waiting for contracts, waiting for change of one kind or another, waiting to buy new clothes, and waiting for many other reasons.
Waiting consists of wanting the future to be now, but it isn’t and furthermore, it never will be. Wives and family wait for military men to return home. Children wait to see their Dads. People can’t wait for their children to grow up. They can’t wait to see their first grandchild born. They can’t wait until they retire. They can’t wait for vacation.
To say, “Live in the moment,” may have originated with the hippies, but probably not. Christians wait for the glorious Second Coming. So did people in the nineteenth century who felt that the exact day could be determined by clues in the Bible. They were wrong. Wait, wait, wait. What to do? A dish of ice cream sounds marvelous. Will you join me? We can wait together for this guy called “Godot,” or
(God?)
Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications
