Takin’ a Long Time

Another lesson:  Some things DO take time.  Healing takes time.  A long time.  Rushing will not help.

Last weekend I met my sister halfway between New Orleans and Lakeland to bring my big kids back home.  We spent a couple of nights together in the armpit of Florida’s panhandle, and ended up eating dinner at a greasy spoon known for it’s jumbo shrimp.  Everyone except me enjoyed their dinner (I’ve tried, I really have, but I just don’t LIKE seafood all that much.) and we all headed for the bathroom since it takes half an hour to get ANYWHERE in such a rural area.  Angie (my sis) and I entered the bathroom and wouldn’t ya know, one of the two stalls was out of order.  Inside the working stall, there were four little feet.  The door popped open and out came two little girls, one obviously a big sister helping out her littler sister.  Big sister stepped back and Angie entered the stall while little sister ran out to their table.  Big sister then just stood there, waiting in line.  “Do you have to go?” I asked her, “Do you need a turn?”  She grinned up at me and drawled in the cutest Southern accent, “I was jist lettin’ ever’body else go ferst.  I’m gon’ take a long time.”

I really did have to go, but I turned to the sink and said “I’m just gonna wash my hands.”  I didn’t have the heart to make her wait on me.

Lil’ Big Sister had business to attend to. It was going to take a while and she didn’t pretend otherwise.  Man, I could learn a lesson from her.  I’ve tried so hard to rush past my pain.  I’ve felt guilty and weak for needing what seems to be an inordinate amount of time to heal.  (Though as I’ve admitted, my avoidance surely has prolonged my healing process.)  But ya know what?  Good things… REALLY good things like fork-tender roast beef, oven baked mac n cheese, fully grown citrus trees, higher education degrees, and a good-quality hair color… ALL take time!  And some things, REALLY good things… are worth the time.  Things like pregnancies, rose gardens, fine wine, cheddar cheese, and yes, broken hearts… are WORTH the time they take up.

I think my problem comes in when I rush myself.  I try to sprint through what is nothing less than a tri-athlon. I’ve refused myself the patience it takes to allow mending stitches to be sewn.  No more.  My heart wants to be healed and I will give it the time it needs.

So if you need to, “I’ll letcha go ferst… I’m gon’ take a long time!”


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5 Responses to Takin’ a Long Time

  1. Rebecca Jenkins says:

    I don’t like seafood at ALL…and I come from a family of seafood eaters. My husband and stepdaughter LOVE it and think I’m weird for not liking it. I really, really wish I had a taste for it because people always seem in ecstasy when eating lobster tails or crab legs, etc. But seafood just tastes the same to me. I’m just glad that I can almost always get a burger or a steak at most seafood places.

    • I knew I liked you!! Livin in New Orleans people including my own husband look at me as though I’m some type of freak for not enjoying sucking the heads of bottom feeders. If you are ever in my neck of the woods I will take you to dinner and NOT eat seafood with you! Hurry on up here!

      You would have laughed your head off at me at the restaurant that night because my son DOES eat seafood and shrimp tails are his fave, so I’m gagging. It was gross and hilarious.

  2. Greg Finch says:

    And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ. (Philippians 1:6 ESV)

  3. Mary Kelso says:

    Not to copy Greg, but I was kinda going the Scripture route too. Made me think of Ecclesiastes. A time for this and a time for that. The idea that everything has a time, a season and a purpose always eases my “hurry up” down to a peaceful pace. It will get done when it’s time to be done…and it will be right on time.

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