My life is all about waiting. And I have to say, I'm not enjoying the wait. Perhaps if it was only one thing that I was waiting on...like, waiting for the timer to go off to remove a cake from the oven. Now, that I wouldn't mind. But, for now, I am stuck in waiting, and trying to allow God to speak to me, even in the midst of my unsettled heart.
Let's just call our potential new landlord, the rabbit lady. The rabbit lady loves her bunnies, so much so, that she has not been willing to remove them from the apartment that we are supposed to be moving in to in 2 weekends. Her famous saying is, I'll just do that tomorrow. Yeah, right. I spent last Saturday cleaning out her air conditioned garage, creating a space for her 6 bunnies. She has promised nearly every day to move them down, and every day, she says, I'll do it tomorrow. Glenn has been installing the toilet, new vanity and sink, and fixing the shower this week. The rabbit lady went and purchased everything that we need to have a beautiful bathroom...now if we could just remove the six rabbits, six pens, plethora of hay, toddler bed, and other crap out of that room and clean it, we'd be good to go. BUT, we wait. Glenn announced on Tuesday that if she doesn't have the rabbits removed by Saturday, demonstrating that she actually wants us at her place, we will find a new place to live. So, we wait for the rabbit lady to get her act together.
What does all that actually translate to? Boxes sitting at our current place of living, half packed. We don't know if we are staying or going. What a fun place to be.
I'm waiting to see when my dad will get his miracle. Every day I pray that the Lord would help me with my unbelief. I waver between letting my dad go and trusting that God is going to heal him in His timing. I wait to see if he's actually going to stay here on earth, or be with Jesus. The waiting.
What is it about the waiting that is so unsettling? Is it because I'm not in control? I like to be in control. I like to know what's coming next. Who doesn't? Lord, help me in the waiting.
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