Waiting.
Waiting for the laundry to finish washing, or for the cookies to be finished baking. Waiting for class to be over, or for a meeting to start. Waiting for Zachy to get home from work and then for him to be done doing homework... yep. I wait for that everyday! Waiting for Friday to come, then the weekend, then for new week to be over so Friday will come again. Waiting to graduate high school, college, grad school... all of school. Waiting to get married, to have a baby, to get a full night of sleep after baby comes, to have another baby, another full night of sleep and the process continues.
We're always waiting. Waiting and wanting. But how much time do we waste waiting?
A couple of years ago, I served as a missionary for my church, but mostly for my Savior, Jesus Christ. As a missionary, you wait for a lot of things. I waited for the bus. I waited for people to listen to what I had to share with them. I waited for lunch so I could eat another baguette... (you gotta get yourself one of those. Man. SO GOOD!) and I waited for the bus some more. I remember waiting each week until the day I got to see my family again. I remember one day waiting for the news that my friends were safe after a terrorist attack occurred in a city near by. I even remember some days waking up and waiting for the day to be over. I was constantly waiting.
And then I began wondering why I felt so tired. So discontent. Constant waiting was weighing me down.
I wish I could say that this sudden realization caused me to live life more fully, to move past waiting by living in the moment. But it didn't cause me to change much.
After returning home from my mission, I married quickly and my husband and I decided we wanted to start our family just as quick. Months passed with many tears and lots of negative pregnancy tests. Doctors appointments followed with more tears and frustration.
I found myself waiting again. Waiting for something I couldn't control the timing of. Then I got it. I finally understood a little better this idea of waiting - waiting and wanting. And it caused me to turn to God. To rely on His timing, His plan. And to continue waiting. But this time I didn't just sit and wait. I moved forward with my life as I found joy in my current situation. I created months of memories with my love; we traveled together, explored new cities, new places. And we laughed. A lot. I will forever cherished that time with him as we continued to wait - wait with hope and anticipation instead of being stationary. We waited, and we progressed. Together. We found joy in waiting.
We found joy in the journey.
A year and a half later, we now wait for our little one to come. We wait to know if Baby W is a girl or a boy. We wait to know what Baby W will look like - if baby will have daddy's smile or mommy's curly hair. We wait as we move progress and it makes waiting less of a process and more of a journey forward.
After all, we have something worth waiting for. To me, that is a blessing!
Waiting for the laundry to finish washing, or for the cookies to be finished baking. Waiting for class to be over, or for a meeting to start. Waiting for Zachy to get home from work and then for him to be done doing homework... yep. I wait for that everyday! Waiting for Friday to come, then the weekend, then for new week to be over so Friday will come again. Waiting to graduate high school, college, grad school... all of school. Waiting to get married, to have a baby, to get a full night of sleep after baby comes, to have another baby, another full night of sleep and the process continues.
We're always waiting. Waiting and wanting. But how much time do we waste waiting?
A couple of years ago, I served as a missionary for my church, but mostly for my Savior, Jesus Christ. As a missionary, you wait for a lot of things. I waited for the bus. I waited for people to listen to what I had to share with them. I waited for lunch so I could eat another baguette... (you gotta get yourself one of those. Man. SO GOOD!) and I waited for the bus some more. I remember waiting each week until the day I got to see my family again. I remember one day waiting for the news that my friends were safe after a terrorist attack occurred in a city near by. I even remember some days waking up and waiting for the day to be over. I was constantly waiting.
And then I began wondering why I felt so tired. So discontent. Constant waiting was weighing me down.
I wish I could say that this sudden realization caused me to live life more fully, to move past waiting by living in the moment. But it didn't cause me to change much.
After returning home from my mission, I married quickly and my husband and I decided we wanted to start our family just as quick. Months passed with many tears and lots of negative pregnancy tests. Doctors appointments followed with more tears and frustration.
I found myself waiting again. Waiting for something I couldn't control the timing of. Then I got it. I finally understood a little better this idea of waiting - waiting and wanting. And it caused me to turn to God. To rely on His timing, His plan. And to continue waiting. But this time I didn't just sit and wait. I moved forward with my life as I found joy in my current situation. I created months of memories with my love; we traveled together, explored new cities, new places. And we laughed. A lot. I will forever cherished that time with him as we continued to wait - wait with hope and anticipation instead of being stationary. We waited, and we progressed. Together. We found joy in waiting.
We found joy in the journey.
A year and a half later, we now wait for our little one to come. We wait to know if Baby W is a girl or a boy. We wait to know what Baby W will look like - if baby will have daddy's smile or mommy's curly hair. We wait as we move progress and it makes waiting less of a process and more of a journey forward.
After all, we have something worth waiting for. To me, that is a blessing!
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