Three months.
When my husband took a new job in Florida, my teenage daughter and I stayed behind in a half-empty house to fend for ourselves. Every time the phone rang, I prayed it was the Realtor telling us she had a buyer--a real buyer who loved our custom-built ranch as much as we had for the past fifteen years.
By the second month, I was ready to pack the rest of our furnishings and drive a U-Haul myself to Orlando. I missed my husband so much. I was worn out playing both mom and dad. I felt like I needed to move on with my life.
But it wasn't God's timing yet.
A few weeks ago I sent in my first query to an agent. The Web site says I can expect to wait three months. For some reason, I can't seem to do much else until either I get a yes or a nice rejection. Why didn't I tell the agent I was going to do simultaneous queries? Why am I always in a hurry to move forward?
Three months.
Sometimes it's hard to understand God's plan in my life. But I know his timing is perfect even in the little things. But especially in the big things.
I have to say, it was a tearful celebration when I finally got that buyer. When my daughter and I waited at the foot of the airport escalators for my husband to pull us into his arms--I no longer counted the moments. I lived them.
6 comments:
Glad you sold and reuninted. It's so hard being the single parent for months at a time, 'specially when the kidlets are young. Happy weekend.
You know, three months might not sound like much, but it really is a long time when you are waiting for something.
But, I agree that the longer you wait, the sweeter the triumph. :)
I'll be wishing you luck, and a swift answer on that query!
Waiting is so hard sometimes and patience is elusive as well. Don't you find that once the waiting is over, and God's perfect will comes to pass in HIS time there is such joy and peace. It's always worth the wait!!
Nothing like the loving embrace we are longing for is there?
;-)
Love to you,
Yolanda
Time is all relative, isn't it? When we're thick in the middle of three months, it seems the longest stretch of time, but afterward, in retrospect, we know it wasn't but a snatch of time in the grand scheme of things.
God's timing is so perfect. The older I get, the more I see His loving hand was always on my life.
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