Waiting

I listen to the priest read about Abraham and Isaac and I feel like I am eating macaroni and cheese. These stories that I have heard so many times they feel as if they are mine like Abraham and I are old friends.
I glanced over at my children and the tears sprang up out of the depths just imagining the trust it would have taken to be willing to give one of them up. I love them so much my heart can barely contain it which is why I wanted more of them. My husband eats an entire container of Ben and Jerry's ice cream on the weekends... there is no such thing as too much of a good thing around here. I want more of them. All at different stages so that I can enjoy the beauty of each together. I held a baby in my arms last night and I felt myself aching hours afterward. There is fear dwelling in new places. I am haunted by demons that never had a chance to mess with me. This vulnerability feels like a new uncomfortable shoe. Worry has always simply been a waste of time to me but impatience continues to trod along a well worn path.
 When I went to get the boys haircut in a Spanish salon today (Oh yes, we have those in Cleveland my friends) I met a man who didn't even tell me his name but within the first five minutes told me he was an intercessor on behalf of the church and that he had retired to become a spiritual warrior. He said that he had prayed for two solid years for God to show him what he should do in Cleveland. He said it like I would say the weather was nice yesterday. TWO whole years of just piddling around waiting. You know because I have so much I need to do, I mean who has time to sit around and wait on the God of the Universe to act. When with one word He can do more than a million of my lifetimes full of effort put together.
Thank you God for times of waiting.
For not letting me marry the wrong person because I didn't want to wait.
For the time I had to wait for my father to return because our relationship grew tenfold.
That I have to wait until I see my precious friends making the meeting all the more sweet.
The long line at the grocery store that initiates a conversation between strangers
The anticipation of the blooms after a barren winter
These are the growing moments
Patiently longing with bated breath to see your glory burst forth