Waiting for the Bus

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Adam started taking the school bus to yochien last week.  And this morning, the experience morphed into some weird metaphor for something in my life, but I can’t put my finger on it. You see, every day, mostly either because I hate getting out of bed and/or because I’m addicted to my coffee/email time, I end up putting off several vital things that must be done (like getting Adam dressed, packing his lunch) until about 15 minutes prior to the time I should be walking Adam to the bus stop. A nasty habit, I know. So several days a week, I’m running around the house like a madwoman from 8:13-8:27am, trying to get everything done. And so then I have to get Adam out there by 8:28, ready to be picked up. (He really loves riding the bus, by the way. He informed me today that he hopes he gets to ride the bus forever.) And I rarely actually look at the clock in the few minutes right before I take him out there. So then we walk to the bus stop, I regret not having glanced at the clock before we left. The entire time we stand there and wait (admittedly, usually only about 3 minutes), I fret,

“maybe I didn’t make it on time…maybe it’s 8:29 and it just passed by before we got out here….or maybe I was really fast and it’s only 8:23 and it won’t be out here for 5 more minutes…but probably not, it’s probably too late rather than too early…maybe I should run back inside and see what time it is so I’ll know when the bus is coming….But then what if it comes while I’m checking what time it is and then we miss it…Dangit! I should’ve looked at the clock.”

And by the way, we’ve never missed the bus yet. As I walked back to the house, after having gone through this drama at the bus stop (IN my head for Adam’s sake, so as not to teach him to think all crazy like his mama), and after yet again not having missed the bus, I had this distinct feeling like the Lord is trying to show me something in this…But I haven’t gotten it quite figured out yet.

Or maybe it isn’t a metaphor at all and I just need to get my butt out of bed and away from the computer in the mornings. And wear a watch.

About cashclan

Lisa is a grateful, born-again follower of Jesus Christ who has spent her adult life on the Gospel in several global contexts. She is the wife of one wonderful, jungle-gym of a man, who is to her the single most ravishing piece of flesh on planet earth (stolen good-heartedly from Christine Caine). She is a dedicated home educator to their four beautiful children, ages 6 to 12, whom she would be happy to gush over any time. She is an avid reader and a storyteller, an aspiring writer, a missionary to the nations and a singer of His praises, a loyal friend, an obsessive-compulsive Googler, and comedienne extraordinaire on her best days. She would also like to think that she is a loyal and loving, truth-telling friend.
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3 Responses to Waiting for the Bus

  1. Judy says:

    Lisa,
    I read through your posting and I don’t know if the Lord has spoken to you yet on this but he used it to speak to me. I felt the Lord tell me that it’s the waiting that is important – whether it’s 1 min or 5, or 5 years. His bus is coming for me. His plan will be fulfilled in my life.

    Thanks so much for sharing.
    Blessings,
    Judy

  2. Jennifer S. says:

    HAHAHA That is very funny! I feel your pain 🙂 well, its more like My husband does. I am like WE GOT to go. and he is taking his sweet time. He keeps telling me that we were not made for time but for eternaty I think I spelled that right 🙂

  3. Teri says:

    I don’t know what to tell you other than what you already stated-be prepared. The verse comes to mind about being ready in season and out of season. Also, it takes patience to wait on a bus. You don’t have any control of when or if it comes. That can be frustrating. So, maybe these tie in somehow. But, that is a SUPER cute bus! It is nothing like the boring yellow ones we have.

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