Unless you’re brand new to the blog (and if you are, HI! Welcome, take a read back a few posts!) you know that I’m waiting. I’m getting married, I’m moving to a new country. Everything seems so far away, and the lower the numbers get, the harder the days get.
I HATE waiting!! I am an oven door opener, a paint toucher and a gift peeker. And its not just MY stuff I hate waiting for. A couple nights ago while wrapping Christmas gifts for McHubby, I must have asked at least 20 times “Do you want to know what Hayd got you?” “Can I tell you?” I just hate waiting!
I know, I know… In Gods time, patience is a virtue, etc. etc. I got an ever so helpful email from my future S-I-L quoting Ecclesiastes 3. In case you don’t know it, here’s the gist… There’s a Right Time for Everything. 1 There’s an opportune time to do things, a right time for everything on the earth: 2-8 A right time for birth and another for death, A right time to plant and another to reap, A right time to kill and another to heal, A right time to … so forth and so forth. Gods times things for a reason. (Please don’t think I’m making light of the passage. I’ve seen HOW and WHY Gods timing doesn’t always match mine. My parents have been ministers for 40+ years, my in laws have been ministers for about the same amount of time, McHubby was a minister for over a decade. Our faith is strong… our practice… is.. well like everyone else)
Do you know anyone who’s a good “Waiter”? I’ve been known to spout the same “helpful” stuff to people who are waiting during counselling sessions. But I’ve stopped doing it. Because how can I say that to them when I don’t live it myself? I don’t know one of us who’s had to wait for something we’ve really wanted who’s sat back with a smile when the person/money/plans are postponed and gone “*sigh* its so nice that I’ve been given this time to wait because God’s got his reasons.” SERIOUSLY!!! Who does it?!?
Last night, Shel and I were both having a hard night keeping it together. Having our family spread out like it is in 3 different countries is hard. Being single parents and parenting from a distance is hard. Last night it was overwhelming. So instead of focusing on the time we have left before we’re together again, we played 20 questions with our past. Things like “What did you think the first time we met?” or “When did you KNOW?” So it gave me an idea for a great blogpost. But right now I HAVE to attack the Laundry monster that’s been attacking my hamper for 2 weeks…Check back in a couple hours 🙂