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Waiting in the Yard

October 6, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

In the end, this is the most hopeful thing any of us can say about spiritual transformation: I cannot transform myself, or anyone else for that matter. What I can do is create the conditions in which spiritual transformation can take place . . . ~Ruth Haley Barton (via God in the Yard, chapter 2, The Way)

My feet are still chilled, although I’ve been inside now for over an hour.

I almost didn’t go. So much to do. I was so weary yesterday afternoon. Teaching does that to me.

The kitchen’s two-day mess greets me. In fact, every room is clutter strewn.

But then, I’ve made this commitment.

I slip pink and white striped socks on under my white slippers and red and white flannel pants under my pink and white nightshirt. Topped by white robe. Wrapped in red and blue Dora blanket. I go out back where nobody can see me. And sit on the redwood bench.

Just. Sit.

The noise from the highway is deafening.

Shut. Up.

I wonder where the birds are. Sleeping in, I guess.

Smart birds.

I pull the blanket up to my nose.

And. Just. Sit.

And. Wait.

My Susans are spent.

Snap.

The sun peeks through the trees.

Snap. Snap.

Look how the light begins to play.

Snap. Snap. Snap.

The downy woodpecker returns to the tree. A blue jay swoops overhead. Blackbirds race each other to a distant tree, and some kind of sparrows dance around the chicken house.

And the song begins.

The neighbor’s sheep grazes in the wet grass.

Even my pitiful excuse for a garden is beautiful. I’ll have the neighbor come plow it under this month. The kids want me to plant corn next year. I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.

The world comes alive, and I’m overcome by the wonders and the colors.

And I’m reminded . . .

Sometimes I just gotta do it.

Sometimes I just gotta shut the noise of the world out.

Sometimes I just gotta sit still. And. Wait.

Even in my most pitiful state, I’m beautiful to Him.

And the wonders of this world are but a shadow of what’s to come.

And what I see of me is what I hope is a shadow of Him.

Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is–his good, pleasing and perfect will. Romans 12:2 (NIV)

I usually write poetry on Wednesday, but I’m not feeling very poetic.

Maybe later.

Or not.

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  1. Randy Tramp says

    October 6, 2010 at 11:02 am

    Really transports me to tranquility. I’ve been thinking about conforming and transforming this week (It was our Honor Bound lesson). We default to conforming unless we on purpose tranform.

    • Sandra says

      October 7, 2010 at 1:33 pm

      We default to conform unless we purpose to transform.

      Oh, that is food for thought!

  2. Michael says

    October 6, 2010 at 11:25 am

    I really love the last one. Awesome post.

    • Sandra says

      October 7, 2010 at 1:34 pm

      Thanks, Michael!

  3. S. Etole says

    October 6, 2010 at 1:39 pm

    the just sitting … why is it so difficult when it yields so much …

    • Sandra says

      October 7, 2010 at 1:37 pm

      Maybe because we’ve conformed to the belief that sitting is a waste of time. That instead we should be multitasking on the run.

  4. Cassandra Frear says

    October 6, 2010 at 1:52 pm

    My commitment is just to show up.

    I’m not kidding. Every day I can, I show up with a blank page and I wait. Whatever happens, happens. I’m content.

    You did the right thing. Hang in there!

    Oh, and for a laugh, read my 10 Flaws post today. God uses us in spite of everything.

    • Sandra says

      October 7, 2010 at 1:38 pm

      I wish I’d learned this years ago.

      And He certainly uses you. I loved that post!

  5. Maureen says

    October 6, 2010 at 2:04 pm

    So much beauty in stillness that is alive.

    • Sandra says

      October 7, 2010 at 1:39 pm

      😀

  6. L.L. Barkat says

    October 7, 2010 at 12:02 pm

    I am glad you are waiting. I’m expectant for you. So much beauty already creeping in, courting you, saying, “Sandra, you are loved.”

    • Sandra says

      October 7, 2010 at 1:39 pm

      Thanks for helping me create the conditions. 🙂

  7. jerry says

    October 7, 2010 at 12:48 pm

    You are a poem … God’s poem

  8. Sandra says

    October 7, 2010 at 1:41 pm

    Oh, jerry. I treasure that comment. Thank you.

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