It’s March.
A month
that holds the first nod towards longer days.
It holds the official start of Spring.
This year it even holds the beloved Easter holiday, the celebration of
the resurrection of our Savior.
What else…
Your father celebrates 10 years of entrepreneurship and all
the hard work and perseverance that entails.
Your sister turns 2.
This crazy, smart, beautiful 2 year old toddler-girl, little person.
And you know what else baby? We get to
meet you.
This month. The month
of March. We get to meet you.
There’s a lot going on right now. Enough to where my mind seems to be
constantly running towards something. I
know we’re ready. Our supplies are
gathered and organized and ready to go.
But I guess I just imagined these final weeks would be a calendar
cleared, peaceful, contemplative wait for your arrival. Like our little family of three could exit life for the remaining weeks and hunker down in a cozy cabin in the woods, with no calendar, no clock, no tracking of time. Just waiting for you.
That’s not exactly reality right now. And I’m becoming okay with that.
Because the truth is, your arrival has already been
planned. Planned since the beginning of
time. The where, the when, the how? Already planned and known by the Creator. A good and perfect Creator, with good and perfect timing.
So I surrender control.
I clear my heart of worry and clutter and circumstance and I wait.
I will patiently and peacefully wait for you.
Here’s to a month of new, and a see you soon.
Love,
Mama
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