Henry dropped his clock, and this is what it looks like now:
Somehow, it seems appropriate for right now.
Mark Harris has a song entitled "The line between the two", which says what matters is how we live between our birth and our death.
In contrast, life seems to be at the dots between the numbers. It's this wierd suspension of time, the "already and not yet." Friends who are struggling with what's happening at our church, but haven't been called anywhere else. Others who are waiting on the arrival of babies, some not in the way we want. Others wondering if their pregnancy is going to even make it.
It's hard living in the waiting...Indigo Montoya was right, "I hate waiting." I WANT to know how everything is going to work out. Will Jen's baby get to spend time bonding with mom and dad, or need to be in the NICU right away? Will the other big things we're praying for work out in what seems to be the best way (healthy, live, full term babies)?
But you know, I'm not God. It's not my place to know. And considering the number of times we're told to wait for the Lord in the Bible, it's part of the life of faith.
The challenging part is that we're not supposed to just twiddle our thumbs. We're supposed to wait:
--with expectation (Psalm 5:3)
--with strength/taking heart (Psalm 27:14)
--with hope (Psalm 33:20)
--in stillness, not fretting (Psalm 37:7)
--while keeping his way (Psalm 37:34)
--knowing God will answer (Psalm 38:15)
--quietly (Lamentations 3:26)
--eagerly (1 Corinthians 1:7)
--in God's love (Jude 1:21)
God, give us the faith to do those things as we wait for You and your perfect plan to unfold. Give us that kernel of faith we need to ask for the big things...so we ask you for some miracles tomorrow, for Jen's baby and for others we know in our hearts.