false labor + waiting for the Lord.

I thought I was in labor the other afternoon. Turned out to be the side effects from a little Sam's Club lunch date that Danny took me on. Worth every stomach cramp, I tell ya- they sure do know how to handle a foil-wrapped hot dog.

(lunch date)

In other news, we've just been waiting. When you're a ticking time bomb, it's hard to live life normally. But, we're trying... I keep making little to-do lists and playing mind games with myself. For instance, Graham isn't here yet because I haven't _________ (fill in the blank with things like "done that last load of laundry" or "scrubbed the metal track in our shower"). When I do said chore and he hasn't arrived, I am sure it's because there are other things to add. It's a nasty cycle, but hey- our house is looking good.

Well, last night before youth group I got a bigger perspective of why he hasn't arrived. I was introduced to a new teenage girl and I noticed she was on the brink of crying. One hug was all it took to let out the tears and we spent the next 40 minutes in my office talking, praying, and reading Scriptures together. I left that divine appointment full of the Holy Spirit, and realizing that if I had gone into labor before that moment, I would have missed out on some big Kingdom work that God still had for me.

So, I'm resting in the fact that there is more yet to do. Maybe it's memorizing more Scripture (like the one below). Maybe it's conversations that I've yet to have. Or maybe, just maybe, it's because I need to scrub the outside of the cupboards and the inside of our trashcans. Yep- that's it.

xo,

me