As I read the Book of Mormon, so many things happen in one verse. Often in the matter of a few pages of this book, hundreds of years pass. Then in another place, the verses tell a story, specifically, almost minute by minute. It is interesting.
As I am now reading again about the war chapters in Alma, it is interesting that in one chapter, often we are told what happens and then we are told one whole year has passed away. Some times in one verse, one year passes.
In one year there are 365 days, or 8760 hours. One verse covers 8760 hours. I am sure there were many who lost testimonies, many who were baptised, many who died from battles, and many who were born during that one verse. I am sure there were many prophets who preached on walls of cities, many who left the church, many who were stones, many who participated in secret combinations, etc. But we are not told anything about what happened during those 8760 hours.
The Lamanites and Nephites were engaged in battles for many years. I am sure there were many things that happened that we are not told about. There were many hours, days, and perhaps even years of waiting.
Bonnie and I are waiting for an interview that must happen before our papers are sent to SLC. We assume it may happen before the final 46 days of this blog, before June 9. But if it doesn't and we have to wait until then, or even longer, so be it.
As we live in this mortality, we are controlled by the clock, by that second hand that slowly crawls around the numbers on the dial. We have one on our wrist, or contained within our phone, Ipod, or whatever "I" things people have these days. We have schedules where we NEED to be somewhere at this time. We need to have this done by that time. If this doesn't happen, the world will end. If that doesn't happen by this time, everything will be destroyed.
As we wait for our interview, and then after our papers are sent into the Headquarters, we will wait again. Then when we get our call, we will be waiting again.
We are all surrounded by waiting. A woman waits for nine (often longer) months to have a baby. A man waits on his boss for a raise, or a compliment. We are waiting for the traffic light to change. We wait for promised blessings mentioned in our Patriarchal Blessing. We anxiously await a special anticipated event.
If waiting is so common and surrounds us all the time, then why can't we (ME) learn the lesson of patience, of waiting with style, of knowing all things happen in His timing, and be happy, pleasant, and joyful through our waiting. (His timing is never late, for all happen according to Eternal Time) I, for one, have not learned that lesson. And if I continue after June 9th things with this blog, I am sure this will be a theme that I will constantly be affronted with. Wish I could learn it NOW.
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