Waiting

Waiting. Ever think how much of life is spent waiting? You can loose hours of your life waiting for your television program to start again while you wait for the advertisements to finish. In our opinion you can loose days of your life by watching the programs to start with. A recent visitor was amazed that Deb did not have a television to entertain her in the bedroom while she waited.

Waiting for the healing to continue. Wait for the pathology report. Wait for me to bring her lunch. Wait for the next phone call. Wait for the mail so she could open wonderful cards. Wait for the email to read encouraging words of prayer and confidence.

We waited together for the surgery to start on Monday, and it finally did even if two and a half hours late. Then I hardly waited for the surgeons to tell me their opinion of the results--they were happy and both were finished in only 45 minutes. Then I waited for Deb to wake from the anesthesia--which was a rather mild one this time. And we waited together for another hour to be sure everything was OK before going home.

So our waiting is for many things. The Psalmist in Psalm 130 talks of the waiting that is good for our souls:
I wait for the Lord, my soul waits,
and in his word I hope;
6 my soul waits for the Lord
more than watchmen for the morning,
more than watchmen for the morning.
7 O Israel, hope in the Lord!
For with the Lord there is steadfast love,
and with him is plentiful redemption.
8 And he will redeem Israel
from all his iniquities.

Join us in waiting for His hope and His answers. It will be worth it!

and on...

OK you have checked and nothing new is here. You know that life isn't static so you wonder why?

The bottom line is that I lack inspiration. We are heading into a darker zone than we left.

We were with Ben and Andrew this week at his farm outside Syracuse. (He came back for his sister's wedding with Andrew and we took the moment to go see them). The night was stormy and thick clouds covered the moon and stars. We went to bed and I couldn't see a thing--rather unlike Baltimore where the darkest night has plenty of street lights and security lights shining in the window. In the middle of the night the thunder rolled and the lightening lit the room as if the switch were thrown.

Well, there it is. A dark night. Yeah we get them too. Surgery is Monday, we don't have any idea what to expect.

I enjoyed the storm of lightning and thunder. It has always been for me the voice of the Almighty reminding me that He holds the heavens and earth, they shake at His command, they become still by his voice.

I should have been listening, but my head was buried I guess.