I woke up thinking about it today as I have every single day for the last two weeks. Specifically, I woke up thinking about the word limbo.
The first thing that comes to mind are Saturday afternoons at Good Times roller rink. When I was about Sarah's age, I'd tie the disco blue laces of my white leather roller skates together, throw them over my shoulder, and head to the rink with 20 of my closest friends for an afternoon of skating in circles to the great tunes of the 80s. Whenever I hear Michael Jackson sing "Rock With You" my mind is back at that roller rink instantly.
Mid-way through the afternoon skate, the DJ would announce Limbo Time, and a long line of kids would take turns skating under a bar that got progressively lower and lower as the line grew shorter and shorter.
I never won that game. Not even once. This morning I decided that it's because I'm not very limber. Physically, emotionally, or spiritually.
I like control. We all do. Oh sure, you can say, "God is in control" and yes, I believe He is, but I think if we're really honest with ourselves, we hate it when we can't dictate our circumstances...or when things in our lives feel like they're in limbo.
Limbo. That weird place of tension between knowing and not knowing.
I don't know what the doctors are going to tell my dad next week. (His ultrasound procedure got bumped up to Monday, which is excellent). I don't know when we're leaving to go be with my dad. I don't even know where we're going to spend Thanksgiving. Our plans are very dependent on what my dad hears on Monday. I don't know what today is going to look like seeing as how my youngest daughter woke up with a fever.
I just looked up the definition of limber. Webster says this: bending readily; flexible; pliant. I'm asking God to infuse my heart, mind, and spirit with limberness today because honestly, I'm having a hard time with that bendable, flexible, and pliant stuff.