The hospital bags are packed.
All the baby clothes are washed, folded, and sitting in laundry baskets.
The pack’n’play is assembled and stationed right next to my bed.
The carseat is installed in the car.
Now we’re just waiting.
Waiting is one of the hardest things to do. I have always been one to be counting down to something. When I was younger it was the number of days until Christmas or a fun vacation (I was known to even begin with 100+ days to count down!). When I was older it was the number of days until I could see Sam again. When we gotengaged I began a countdown of 286 days until we got married.
Sometimes I have to slow down and remind myself to stop being so anxious, because it is not going to make anything come any quicker. Whenever I make lists of things to pray for or things for myself to work on, patience always tops the list.
Recently, as I’ve been waiting, I have been reading through the Gospel of Matthew. I have been struck again and again at instances that show God fulfilling His promises and prophecies, even though they may have taken years and years.
I am not saying that waiting for a baby to be born or waiting for a loan to go through for a house can even be compared with waiting for the Messiah, but I am saying that with the proper perspective I can be a lot more patient.
God has promised to take care of His people, even if it does not ultimately look like we would want it to in this life. But we have this promise. And I can learn to patiently wait, praying for God’s will to be done.
So for now I will just be here, waiting, nesting, and thinking any little change must mean I’m going into labor. I hope I will also be here praying, and giving everything to God, waiting patiently for His will to be done.