Waiting: to remain stationary in a place of expectation and readiness, to look forward expectantly, to be ready and available. I think that God uses the waiting place to grow patience and trust in him. My husband so accurately pointed out that this is just another reminder of who really is in control of things.
In the meantime I find myself surrounded by pregnancy and babies. I have several friends at BSF who are pregnant, a couple of family members, and a close friend who is due any minute. Not to mention the strangers I seem to pass everywhere. They were either always there and I didn’t notice because it had little to do with me – or now there are just more pregnant strangers, I haven’t figured that one out yet. Then there are those who are so excited for us and continually ask, in case they may have missed the big event. Believe me, between the anticipation and excitement of Alan and I, our parents and close friends, everyone will probably know, whether they care to or not.
It seems silly – one can prepare for nine and three-quarters months and just have periodic bouts of anticipation while preparing the nursery or shopping – then comes the last week and it seems to be all that I can think about. Rest assured, when something should happen, I’ll be the one shouting and praising God from the rooftop.
Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting.— Dr. Seuss
