I left the chiropractor this morning and was headed home. I stopped to get a salad from one of my favorite spots in the area. I walked in expecting to see the usual friendly old lady behind the counter, instead there was someone else who I never interacted with before. She made it known that they were out of large lids for the drinks. I told her it was no problem. She asked my name for the order and I gave it to her. I received my drunk cup and proceeded to load up on ice and lemons, as I waited for my order.
I observed the employees preparing the food and figured out who had my ticket. The sister made my food correct and passed it down the line. I didn't get my order quick enough to my liking. I was rushing. I kept on looking at my ring doorbell to peep the scene of parking spaces. Someone was in the space that I deemed as my park and I was a little salty. I figured if I hurried, I would have a chance to get another good park. I lost track of my order. A young lady came from kitchen and handed my bag after confirming my order.
I turned around to put my extras in my bag, since I didn't have a lid and noticed how the cashier had spelled my name on my ticket. It read, "TARRY."
I was in the vicinity of Target and decided to head there. I had some items I needed to return and items to purchase. As I approached a stop sign, I saw an employee pushing in a trail of buggies. Now for those of you who don't use the word buggy; it's a shopping cart.
He immediately put his hand out to tell me to stop. I was actually stopped, but I was about to make a left down an aisle in search of a park. In my mind Between, I could make my turn. Between the brightness of the red from the stop sign, the employees' uniform and the buggies, it symbolized a warning, so I stayed in place.
I really felt this young man doing his job and me waiting 3 seconds extra was going to "delay" me from getting a good park. Not to mention, there was a car facing me, who I "expected" was going interfere as well. When the employee was clear from traffic, the car actually let me turn.
As I drive down the aisle, I see no "good" parking spaces. I make a right in between some vacant spaces and head up the next aisle. I see nothing ahead of me. I began to "linger into the expectation" that I was not going to find a good spot and had to walk a long distance to the entrance.
There was a car ahead of me. I saw a car backing out of a space. My first thought was "Damn, they're going to get that good space! If I was only a few seconds earlier!" I continued down the aisle, only to discover that the car in front me passed by the space and no other car had entered the entrance closest to the space.
I'm writing this as I am parked in the third space, from the first aisle immediately behind the designated handicap parking spaces. I just looked at my ring and discovered my space is free. I am "tarrying" as I type this.
For those who feel like you have been delayed in life, you are not. In essence if I had not obtained the close space or my favorite space, all that I set out to accomplished was going to get done. It may have been a little late because I had to walk a further distance. It may have been a little rocky, because I had to carry some heavy things and I didn't have a direct route to a door.
But truth is, I still can get those things in the door even if I had to make more than one trip. So I say to you, be positive as you are lingering in your expectations as to what you desire in life. It may not turn out how you want it, when you want or where you want it, but it will turn out for your good.
In the meantime: Wait. Abide. Stay in or at a place of peace, knowing that you will get all that your are supposed to get. TARRY.
