On Waiting…Part 2

I don’t want to say I wasn’t honest yesterday, because I was.

It’s maybe more accurate to say I didn’t paint the full picture. This is probably true for two reasons:

1. I panicked when I looked at the clock and realized that nap time was only going to last for another hour and if I wanted to sleep, I better start sleeping RIGHT AWAY.

2. The rest of the picture isn’t really pretty.

The rest of the picture is me in my PJs (which are actually my husband’s clothes, because so few of mine fit) on the couch at 5:45 am next to a growing mound of tissues because I’ve been awake for two hours and I can’t get comfortable enough to fall asleep.

It’s spending those two hours alternating between praying for friends, worrying about a possible induction, analyzing every gas bubble and baby kick, and praying both for patient endurance and that I would go into labor RIGHT NOW, PLEASE. (also, reading dumb stuff on the internet.)

It’s sharp words spoken to a gentle and patient husband.

It’s the overwhelming feeling that there’s no way I can possibly wake up pregnant one. more. time.

It’s the struggle I feel to make the most of my last few days as a momma of just one baby outside my belly, and the fact that I am literally so tired, I can’t make it through the day without at least one and usually two naps.

I am so bad at waiting.

I don’t like it.

And yet, even though I’m failing…miserably, even though I am not as disciplined as I would like to be or as patient as I feel like I should be, the Lord is working. And it doesn’t require my pretending as though I’m somewhere I’m not.

I feel like this applies to so many areas of life because we live in a fallen world as citizens of a kingdom that is already here but not yet here. And we’re always waiting. Waiting for the day when death dies, suffering stops, peace prevails.  When people don’t wage wars, speak harsh words, rip families apart. The day when all the bad things finally, finally come untrue. When the night ends and we don’t need artificial light because everything is illuminated by the Shining One.

We’re all waiting.

My prayer as the early morning turns to the regular morning, and my toddler gets ready to wake up and say, “Chase, Momma, CHASE!” and I have to figure out how I’m going to do that when I am 40 pounds heavier and 3 hours of sleep lighter is that the Lord meets me in my waiting. That he meets you in your waiting. Whatever it is for: children, jobs, homes, reconciliation, answers, healing, peace.

May this waiting birth in all of us a hunger for heaven, for the day when we see His face, are known plainly as his children, and live in the light of his unhindered brilliance. (Rev. 22: 4-5) Let us anchor our hope to Jesus and to his kingdom as we wait, when the picture is pretty and when it isn’t.

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2 thoughts on “On Waiting…Part 2

  1. Pingback: On Waiting. | Redeeming Naptime

  2. God is using you even now to bring a message out of your trials to speak truth and comfort to the hurting around you. Your words this morning have encouraged my heart as I know it will others. May the Lord continue to bless you with this beautiful anointing in reaching others for Him by your gift of writings. Being honest about your feelings and looking to where God is in it all, bring reality to it all. Thank you Lindsey, again for sharing. You can be assured there are many prayers going up for you and the birth of your new baby….it is very near. hugs…grandma Connie.

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