Do you remember the feeling of waiting for Christmas to arrive? Like
you had Mexican jumping beans in your stomach? (not BEANS beans....ewww,
you're totally of mark) Waiting for the call to say "You've been
chosen. We have your match." is like waiting on Christmas to arrive.
The BIG difference is that it's not a fixed date on a calendar. You're
crossing off days without knowing when the last X will be made. Every
notification for a text message or email or every time the phone rings
that flutter in my stomach rises, intensifies...only for it to be
something else...and drops to the pit of my stomach.
We've been
waiting for well over a year. No end in sight....just waiting. Can't
wait to get the call so we can look back and see the footprints in the
sand, so to speak. I know God has a reason for the wait. I know it
will be what's right when it happens. But till then we're...stuck. Just
waiting on Christmas.
