Waiting and hoping are so similar.
This Lenten journey of waiting is fraught with hoping for the residents of my home.
DH has been without employment since the end of January. His resume was scooped up by a potential employer earlier this week and he's at an interview this morning.
SBC packed his gym bag for baseball practice and will learn before school is out if he made the freshman team. I'm waiting for my father's flight to arrive from Denver, anticipating a lovely six day visit from him. They're little things in a global context, but they're pretty monumental in the lives of those interviewing and trying out and heading to the airport.
For those who wait without an end in sight, for those who wait for an outcome that might be fatal, final or unchangeable, waiting is agonizing. For me, it is a reality that I do not wait alone. I am convinced that I am accompanied on this life's journey, and I become more, not less, convinced of it over time. I am grateful in my bones for knowing this and for how real it feels.
This lovely picture is from makingthishome.com.
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Lots of waiting in your family, though your personal one for your father is more joyous. I am hoping that your husband and son know this accompanied Presence, too. That makes all the difference. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
Showing my age, when I saw the image, I immediately thought of that OLD Lesley Gore song, "Wishing and hoping."
waiting...I hope all goes well at the end of your waiting(s)...what ever the outcome may be...
Feeling companioned really helps.
I love your last paragraph, and must admit I am a bit envious...because I don't have that level of certainty. (Wish I did!)
You are waiting for many things. I especially hope the wait for employment ends soon.
mmm waiting time is holy time... always.
"I am convinced that I am accompanied on this life's journey, and I become more, not less, convinced of it over time. I am grateful in my bones for knowing this and for how real it feels" = yep, me too!
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