It takes much patience to wait.
Or so I am
learning.
We are simply
waiting to be invited to travel.
We were told that
it may be early January when we would hear.
But we are still
here and…January is now February.
Most likely when we do we receive an
invitation to travel, it will be with short notice. Hopefully, we will be given a full week of notice
before we are supposed to be in country.
So a whirlwind of activity will take
place once we get that call!
We will be…
packing
suitcases for an overseas adventure
booking
last minute flights
arranging childcare for 5 children
setting schedules for 5 children
equipping our Grandparents with lots of
coffee, medical releases and 5 children
gathering papers
and then off we go…
for a week
to visit our precious baby.
I lay awake at night wondering what she
will think of us.
Will she shy
away? Cry? Jump into our arms?
Will she know we are there for her? What will it be like to hold her?
To see her sweet smile? To stare into her innocent eyes?
To hold her little precious hands in our own?
To tell her that she finally has a mama and a daddy?
I long for that.
Yet... I am trying to be content where God has
placed me right now.
Waiting.
So many of these feelings resemble those I
had while pregnant.
The good thing about
pregnancy though,
is that the due date is a little more concrete…typically only
9 months.
Here, we are anticipating another 4-6 month wait
when we return home
from the first trip.
So pray with us in the waiting.
I know that we are simply waiting for the
Lord to move.
Waiting for Him to say Go.
Waiting for Him to clear the path.
To make the way straight.
To lead with His presence.
It is HIS timing.
It is His plan.
His mighty hands work all things together
and I am confident in Him.
“Wait for the Lord.
Be strong and take heart
and wait for the Lord.”
Psalm 27:14
