I like 300 seconds better. Seems like I've got just a bit more time to hit the keyboard.
But unlike other blog posts, there's no extensive editing or polishing up the truth that comes tumbling from my heart and mind and fingertips.
And today's word just happens to be EXPECTATION.
Expectation. Hope. Faith. Some kind of evidence of things not seen ... but expected.
Waiting. For 9 months as a child grows deep inside the womb. Wondering. Fearful of the worst. Hoping and praying that all would be well.
Scared. Filled with 'what if's'. So young to be a mama. Can I birth this baby? How will I know what to do?
Bringing her home from the hospital. Laying the car seat oh-so-gently down on the sofa, my husband turns to me and I turn to him and one says to the other, "now what do we do?"
Trusting. That God will give us what we need to parent well. To know what to do in the middle of the night when she wakes or when to take her to the hospital or how to potty train or discipline. Or how to love well.
Expectations turn into realities. And the reality was that Jesus was with me through my hopes, fears, wonderings. And years later, the end result of His creation was-oh-so beyond my wildest dreams ...
... a bit more on that 24/7 eighteen year marathon
- photo by Leo Reynolds -