The Waiting Game

Tonight my fingers wanted to type, so here I sit. I wonder how your evening has been. I wonder if today has been good, okay, surprising, tough….

When I was growing up – my mom and I would have late night hot chocolate made with milk (never water) and topped with marshmallow cream (the only truly wonderful form of the fluffy white sweet goodness) if we couldn’t sleep. A perfectly wonderful solution to most any problem if you ask me 🙂

So – in my dreams I have that cup in my hands and you have your’s (my actual cup will have to wait until a few more of these “baby weight” pounds disappear). But still – you get the picture.

Tonight – I am on the brink of Wednesday. And Wednesdays have become one of my very favorite days of the week. You see, Wednesdays bring me a bright and early 3 mile jog before the sun rises with my brother and a friend. What ensues after that is something of a mad-dash as I get myself showered and as dressed as possible – get Liam up – and get us out the door to Mimi’s house. Mimi has so sweetly offered to have some Liam time so that I can dash to a Weight Watchers meeting and then to Bible study at my church. We get to hang out and have lunch at her house afterwards and then head home for an afternoon nap for him and a house tidy up job for me. Small group meets at our house Wednesdays nights. Whew! That is one crazy day.

But. Each of these activities seemed far off and even unattainable just a short while ago.

Just a few years ago – I was not only not a runner – I was not an exerciser at all: nada.

Just a few years ago – getting to go to Bible study seemed like a ‘someday maybe’ dream as I balanced working full time and other commitments. In fact, for a significant season, I was the one working while Zion sought after the next step in his career. If the girl I was then could see me now….

Just a few years ago – my heart ached (understatement) to become a mama and start expanding our family. In so many ways, I had to lay that dream down because it just wasn’t time yet – and I really didn’t know when the time would be.

Just a few years ago – we were in a spot where we truly wanted community but it just wasn’t clicking. No matter how hard we tried. No matter how hard we prayed. It just wasn’t time.

In the Old Testament – people often made a memorial to God out of stones to remind not only themselves – but the generations to come – of what God did. So that they wouldn’t forget. Tonight, I don’t want to forget. In so many ways – it seems like our waiting game was long and longer and longest at times. Often, it felt like every desire of our hearts was asked to wait. Not for a few weeks – but for years.

But sister (and brother if you’re reading this Zion lol), I’m here to tell you that He moves on our behalf. That the waiting is worth it. That when the time comes – he hastens. That not quitting life and not hardening your heart – matters. That asking Him for joy in the waiting is one of the most beautiful things.

So I’m not sure what you’re waiting for right now, but you’re seen. You’re not forgotten. You’re loved. Don’t focus on how much longer you may have to wait and therefore panic as to whether or not you can literally make it. Focus on today and look for the provisions He is offering in this little moment.

And go to the iTunes store or Spotify and search for “What A Difference A Day Makes” by Frank Sinatra. Do it. Because it’s a good reminder – it can all change in one single day.

Sweet dreams.

3 Comments

  1. Abi- this is beautiful. So glad I get to be a small part of your Wednesdays! ~Molly

  2. Abi, I so adore this post- and it totally speaks to my heart right now in so many ways. 🙂 Glad you had the itch to write last night!

  3. abi, I just got to read this post. thanks for sharing your thoughts. I needed them!!
    I'm so glad you are doing so well. keep up the writing, you are great at it!
    sarah

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