Tuesday, 1 September 2009
Right now, I am supposed to be waiting for Emma to post a blog. I'm supposed to be patiently contemplating the meaning of life (not something I'm gifted at) while Emma's post is supposed to be popping up on the blog.
But I'm not the most patient person ever. (Though I have been praying for patience and, man God is one humorous guy! Ha. Ha.)
Nor can I get on the computer ho-hum like Emma.
Tis a sad world sometime, but life isn't always full of choices.
So you win some you lose some.
So, if you can't tell, I broke all the supposed to rules and un-supposed because that's just the way I am.
I guess it's because for me, my life has been full of waiting. I wasn't born into a family where asking for something and BAM! there it is even existed (if that makes any sense)
Sydney, you have to wait four more months for a baby sister.
Sydney, you need to wait until we get your brother his clothes before you get yours.
Syd, you need to wait. Mommy's coming.
Sydney, didn't I tell you to wait for your brother at the front of the store? (But mom, this is the other side of the front of the store.)
You need to wait until your mother gets better. (they really meant to say: you need to wait until we know what we're doing or she's going to die.)
I don't mean to complain. I honestly don't. But I always feel like I'm waiting. Waiting for my calling. Waiting for My God. Waiting for Prince Charming to come and sweep me off my feet. When all I want is something BAM! and it happens.
The truth is, I'm tired of waiting. There are moments, much like these where I don't want to wait any longer.
In truth, I just need someone to talk to. Someone besides my family. Because, I have realized, it's those people who won't think you crazy when you've shed that last tear. They're the people who won't look at you funny for another hour after you screamed, kicked, threw papers around the room wondering if this is the person they knew.
But, when I take a moment to stop and think, God is waiting too. He's waiting for his children to come home, into his open arms. He's waiting for us to realize that we can't do it alone. He's waiting. And he knows what's going on. In Psalm the bible says this:
- I honestly felt like crying while I wrote that. Something. And I thought of talking to Leah. Do I feel a nuisance? Yes.
- Freddie Highmore and a significant other on the mind and indeed, VERY distracting. Pray for guidance as well?
- No worries here though, I have made a pact with myself not to date. (I dared myself to...?)
- IT'S MY TWIN'S BIRTHDAY!!!!
- Yes, we were born a month and a few days apart. It happens.
- Maybe.
- Anything is possible for him who believes.
- Oh well. All I gotta say is just dance. That's what I feel like doing.
3 comments:
Sydney, I really really loved that post. It's one of those that makes you really think, and gives you encouragement. Thanks =)
Oh definitely. I have to work on patience ALL the time. I'm one of those people whose motto is "if they can't do it right, do it yourself" and i end up breaking. When we wait, rely (on God, obviously), and let it go, we find true joy, peace, and love.
You know I'm here to talk. And cry. I'm definitely here to cry.
Maybe I should say that when I walk into parties.
Waiting, that's just part of God girl! But when you wait on him, he gives you everything and so much more! His timing is PERFECT!
~Morgan
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