I have written about white space. I began to implement using “white space” in my planning a little over 9 years ago, after a marketing executive friend shared with me the importance of white space in printed materials or visual campaigns. We had been visiting about a marketing campaign, and as women, our conversation had slid into sharing with one another our struggles to manage life. Talking about white space led to talking about caring for ourselves, finding time to slow down etc… Living in the white space has helped me move from living frustrated and frantic, to living with a sense of rhythm and joy. I am able to see what I use to call “interruptions” as opportunities to be blessed or bless. An unexpected invitation to lunch becomes a time to catch up with a dear friend. A plea for help getting a house in order is a time to laugh and grow in fellowship with a friend or new client. A gentle hug from one of my girls is an opportunity to stop and give them my full attention, listening not only to their words, but their heart. Living in the white space gives me time to rest, permission to just stop and be for a moment-to look around and see God’s provisions, to be grateful, to dream, to grow through the words of an eloquent writer.
This week the white space has been an opportunity to walk through a difficult place with some dear friends-friends walking through a difficult pregnancy only to get devastating news and find themselves welcoming their sweet baby girl at 25 weeks, preparing to hand her over to the Lord in peaceful rest. Living in the white space afforded me the opportunity to move some meetings, forget about the chores and just be with this incredible couple of faith. Be. Just be. That’s really what the white space is about. You see, there is nothing I can do for this couple. Their journey is a very personal journey unique to them. While I know the sense of loss that comes from losing a child, I do not know their journey. I do not understand their pain. I have no answers. All God asks of me, of any of us, is to just be with. He is with us. And through us He can minister to and be with those we spend time with. So, the white spaced was filled with sitting. Just sitting. Just being there. Just listening. Just putting my arms around when the sorrow came over like gentle waves.
As only God can do, He sent nourishment to my spirit in the perfect moment through Holly Gerth’s blog. I share that blog with you today as one more reminder that living in the white space is so very important. My friends’ journey is not over. Their sweet baby girl is still struggling to arrive. Thankful for more white space on my calendar. Thankful that in the months and year ahead I will have those white space moments to sit and remember with my faithful friend her baby girl and the milestones.