Waiting for the Update

Today I learned that sometimes it takes 10 hours to do what it should only take 2 to accomplish. An outdated driver simply refused to interact with my OSX updates, completely removing the ability to print directly from Quark. Nothing that IT tried would get the printer and my MAC to play nicely. And so the day was more, “Make changes. Export. Wait Print. Wait. View. Edit. Change. Export. Wait. Print. Wait…” and so on.

I also learned that the changes we want to see in the lives of others—or, for that matter, our own lives—often don’t come when we expect them to, and rarely as quickly as we desire. Maturing in people comes like waiting for Quark to export my 10 meg document so I can open it in Acrobat and print it: rushing it will only screw up the process. So I wait. I watch for change, seeing none, but ultimately trusting that something is happening, that God has not forgotten me…or anyone else for that matter. What can I do but wait, watch, pray, wait, watch, pray, and only occasionally speak.


The Image Behind the Words

Today I learned that it is essential to separate the images from the text. I received one of the job jackets back sometime in the middle of last week. I kept wrestling with the message. My intuitive alarms were going off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. In talking with my boss today, I see that I was really wrestling with the text more than with the “message.” The text didn’t have our key words, main concepts, and only one tagline. New key words were repeated, old concepts phrased in new ways. For example, “Don’t frown. Have a soda pop,” rings quite differently than, "Have a Coke and a Smile!' The idea is the same; the wording is exactly wrong.

I also learned that my heart aches with a longing to work at something more substantial, something more lasting and meaningful. I ache with desires unmet in the day-to-day churning of projects and deadlines. Half-completed walls at home are but a sign of my struggle with an incomplete calling inside. Shannon asked, “Will you ever come home happy from work?” Lord, only you know. So I stand and stifle a yawn as I push through the resistance of my own dis-ease. I take up another job jacket and set to the task of knowing that repetition is at the heart of habit, and habit can produce in the long run a productivity that boldly answers, “I was made for such a time as this.”