First, an explanation. I planned to write this entry yesterday morning, but I had a nasty case of flu. Much better today.
So let’s go on with our exploration of our inner mansions.
The Waiting Room. You know the place. The chairs are uncomfortable, and you have the nagging sense that you should be doing something, going somewhere, that you are late for an important event, but you’ve lost the invitation and you’re sure they won’t let you in without it.
So you wait.
Those tattered, outdated magazines on the table? They’re your dreams, the ones you’ve given up on, written off as too good to be true. You’ve read them a thousand times, while you waited, and you’d love to see something new. Alas, you’ve been sitting in that waiting room for so long, your subscriptions have all expired.
Occasionally, the receptionist appears, but she always calls somebody else’s name. It seems your turn to be seen, to shine, is never going to come.
Do you recognize this room? I certainly do. I’ve spent a lot of time there, believe it or not, waiting for the show to begin. Waiting for something to happen. Waiting for some new phase of my life to begin.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.
I’m sick of it. How about you?
Here’s what we’ve gotta do. We’ve gotta rebel against the status quo, the limiting walls surrounding us, keeping us in. Look closely at that little motto posted on all four walls. It reads, Your Dreams are Impossible Because….
You fill in the blanks.
We have to stand up and walk right through that doorway over there, the one marked Absolutely No Admittance. (I credit my good friend Debbie Macomber with this door-analogy, because she told me a great story about it once.) We’ve got to be bold and walk through that door. We’ll knock it down if we have to, but we’re getting out of here. We’re not going to wait anymore–we’re going to LIVE!
What’s on the other side of the door marked Absolutely No Admittance?
Feel free to guess.
Do you have the courage to join the rebellion?
