Just Don't Knock Me Off

A while back a friend had given me this scripture:

Psalm 27:14 " Wait on the Lord: Be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the Lord."

Then the next day, I was going to post a scripture on my computer at work just so His Word would be in front of me all day and encourage me. So I reached into this little booklet of cards that have scriptures on them, and what scripture do I pull out? Psalm 27:14

Of course I say to myself, "Lord, you must be telling me I'm in the waiting room?" I'll be honest - I hate the waiting room. I think we all do. Do do do, I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting... The music in the waiting room is becoming obnoxious. It's not music, it's muzac. The magazines are lame... I'm not in the mood to look through Tech Geek, or whatever other drivel is laying around. Not to mention there are sickies in the waiting room. 


Ok so I pretend I'm not in the waiting room, and I forget to acknowledge that little scripture card for a very long time. Yesterday, I finally read Psalm 27:14 again, and I remembered the waiting room. At which point I think BOOOOO! But it reminded me of something that someone else told me a few months ago, "Laura, God put you on a shelf." What a devastating thing to hear! Doesn't that just sound like the biggest disapproval rating ever? God put me on a shelf. GOD PUT ME ON A SHELF! GOD PUT ME ON A SHELF? Yes, those are my exact thoughts. 

So then my self-appointed waiting room became my God-appointed shelf. I can't figure this shelf out. You end up in a waiting room when you've become sick from floating around out in the world, or when you need a check-up just to make sure that everything is in working order. But a shelf?! I see God handling me, looking me over, and then putting me up on a shelf... not one that's down low or at arm length but one over his head, up high. A shelf so high, that you can't tell that there's dust beginning to cover it. *ahem *Ahem *AHEM God, did you forget about me?? 


Now, don't get me wrong, I am aware that my walk is not perfect, that I do unreasonable things sometimes. But since when does God use the perfect and logical? I guess the good thing about being on the shelf is that God put me there, I didn't earn my spot there by being an idiot. At least I hope not anyway. He just stuck me there until He's ready to use me. But maybe his point is to knock me off, so that I'm completely shattered and so He can piece me back together. There I say, "Lord, we've done that before."


I'm blithering, but there you have it. At least I'm writing. Yet another entry for my Mike Birbiglia-esque "Secret Public Journal".