Well. 31 Dayers, we have made it to the halfway point and suruved.

I mean, surveeved.

I mean, survived. Bother.

I’m really looking forward to sleeping in November. I was talking to God about it.

Me: This is hard. Why did we pick this topic, anyway?

Him: Because you needed it, and I like talking to you. Anytime, anyplace.

And I love hearing Him…but in our discussion, I confess that I may have mentioned that for next year, I’d like to do a series on 31 Days of Napping.

Or 31 Days of Tea and Coffee. Or – ooh, ooh! I know! 31 Days of Browsing Pinterest While Eating Ice Cream By The Fire And Getting A Footrub. That would be awesome.

But that’s a year away. This year, He’s been teaching me to listen to Him wherever, whenever.

And yet, tonight I want a little mid-series break. An intermission of sorts…so Vin helped me with this post.

Because waiting and listening isn’t the only thing you can do anytime, anyplace.

Vince wrote this riddle for me a while back, just for fun – I think he had been compiling it for some time. And he is a rascal, but don’t be alarmed; it’s completely G-rated, of course.

So, enjoy. The answer is in the postscript.

She started doing it when she was twenty-three.

It took her awhile to get the hang of it, but now she is highly skilled at it.

She can do it while sleeping, or while having coffee with friends.

She’s done it in the front seat, and the backseat.

She’s done it on the back porch.

She’s done it before, during, and after church services.

She’s done in the cargo hold of a C-130.

She’s done it at the San Diego Zoo, and while stuck in traffic on the 405.

She’s done it in a rural cabin in the woods.

She’s done it under the wing of an F-15.

She’s done it Los Angeles, Ventura, and Seattle.

She’s done it in restaurants to the shock of young servers.

She’s done it in a Saturn, a mini-van, in rented cars, and in her beloved Jeep.

She’s done it tents, on park benches, on airplanes, in lawn chairs, and on picnic blankets.

She’s done it at the doctor’s office.

She’s done it in a parking garage in the L.A. ghetto.

She’s done it while praying on the sidewalk in front of Planned Parenthood.

She prefers to do it in Alaska.

She hasn’t done it since she was thirty-four.

She’s done it literally thousands of times.

She’s instructed others on how to do it better.

At times she’s agonized through it.

At other times, it’s filled her heart with joy.

She’s never regretted doing it, and it’s made her life better in ways that few could understand.

What is it?

Just think of all the crazy places you can wait and listen.

He longs to stretch our tent pegs and increase our capacity, and I’m feeling that growth and stretching as I write almost a year’s worth of posts in just one month. I’d love to hear some of the wild places you’re learning to hear His voice and how He’s stretching you, too.

P.S. The answer is…nursing a baby. And they’re all true. :)

*This is day sixteen of the Wait and Listen series. The other posts are here.