Sometimes, when coping with a particularly stressful event, after you’ve done every possible thing you know to do; after you’ve enlisted the help of experts, stayed true to your faith, and have run out of tears; sometimes, you come to that excruciatingly quiet place. That almost peaceful place, where you tap into a deeper strength — a default strength because without it, you may deflate — that whispers “It’s okay to be still. It’s okay to wait.”
Like an artist creating a masterpiece, it takes great discipline and quiet strength to wait for one layer of paint to dry before applying the next. And when a skilled athlete gets injured, she must still her roaring urge to compete until time has fully healed her. If she jumps the gun, her career is over.
I live by our mighty verbs. Most of us seek daily motivation to stand strong. Life is hard! But standing strong doesn’t always have to be loud and proud. Quiet, patient, disciplined determination and perseverance . . . learning to be at peace with the fact that some things simply take time, that’s the other side of the scale. And that time . . . that’s time you can use for anything you want. Anything.