Sunday, May 29, 2011
A week ago, my husband and I went out to a local lake and spent a quick night out camping.
I'm so thankful that we were able to get away and decompress. It was good to breathe in the calm and serenity.
Unfortunately, the week came and work was the usual thing and the house still hasn't sold and this and that. I still struggle with the waiting for what God must have planned. I wish I could just close my eyes, hear the loons calling over the water and be filled with that sense of calm. Sometimes it just eludes me. This limbo that I live in gets old and tiresome. Dare I say I need roots?
Let's not get too far ahead of myself!
Let's just say I want a glimpse of what is really ahead. I have been waiting for a while now. A whole 14 months. Wow. That sounds so slight when I compare it to the 3, almost 4 years a friend of mine has waited to bring her son home tomorrow.
I've been learning so much about the power of thanksgiving. It's a popular topic, and I haven't jumped on the bandwagon, but rather feel dragged along by it. Kicking and screaming. I'm trying, but it is so hard. God has shown me that many of His answers come after a time of thanksgiving. While I don't want to employ any type of magical formula to God, I realize that He does things on purpose, and this pattern may hold more than just a final wish known. Perhaps in this journey of looking for that which I am thankful, I will realize how full my life is and pine less for what I wish.