there are two toilets in our home. after flushing, the tank of one refills quickly…a steady flow of water streaming in until everything is balanced and ready again.
the other takes much longer. only a trickle of water serving the same purpose. five minutes, it feels like a foot tapping twenty.
knowing i have no choice but to wait for the filling up, i impatiently spend time jiggling the handle…anxious to confirm the level of water in the tank. i press down, wanting to force the hand of readiness. each time letting a little leak out–not enough to get the job done properly–slowing the outcome.
today, words have not sorted themselves in my mind. inside every task i have missed one step, criss-crossing my morning with oops and do overs. my intentions are deflated. i am emptied.
and i have been jiggling the handle, impatient for the refill. used to thirty seconds…today’s five minutes feel like they stretching for hours..
i need to be filled completely. i am going to still my tapping…and wait.
but they who wait for the lord shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
they shall walk and not faint.
(isaiah 40:31, ESV)