Waiting.

I can't stand waiting. Can't stand it. Waiting in a checkout line? Forget it. Waiting at the dr.'s office? The kids do better. Waiting on 2 trains with every railroad crossing blocked in VC? Give me a Xanax. I'll admit it: I HATE WAITING. Me? Impatient? lol...just a little. ;)

Speaking of patience, Sam & I have been in "go mode" recently, taking the necessary steps to build up our credit, get our debt paid off, save for a downpayment on a home, and obtain pre-approval for a loan so we can begin looking for a place to call our own.

I'm learning rather quickly that sometimes I'm not as patient as I like to believe I am. God keeps having to say, "Whoa, Sarah...hang on a second. It's not time for that, yet."

I was standing in the foyer at church on Sunday, and I heard someone say to Maya, "Waiting is a hard thing to do for little kids, huh?" In her sweet, innocent, soft voice, she agreed - of course. But it's not just for little kids...waiting is a hard thing to do for big kids, too. And, waiting is hard thing to do for Sarah! :)

I read something once that really stuck with me - I'm sure it's a Maxism - Patience deeply received results in patience freely offered.

Think about that. Pretty powerful.

There are several reasons why patience is a good thing to offer:

• Because God says so. (It's one of the fruits of the Spirit!)


• Because patient people have great understanding. (Proverbs 14:29) Hmmm...I wonder if my impatience stems from a lack of understanding? Very possible.


• Because we are to be imitators of God - and God is love - and love is...patient! Before anything else, love is patient.

Anyway, I'll work on it. ;)

On a separate note, things are beginning to take shape. We are on a better schedule. Maya & Gus have had bath time, story time, prayer time, and bed time by 9:00 the last two nights in a row...IN THEIR OWN BED. I've only had to wipe away a few tears, so I've got a good feeling about this. This is a much easier thing on me than making them "cry it out" when they were babies. I couldn't do that - nor did I want to. I wanted to snuggle and kiss 'em and hug 'em and love 'em for as long as they'd let me...because those days don't last forever. I suppose working in an infant mortuary has that effect on a mama.

Sam & I have been enjoying the help from each other - feeding, cleaning, bathing, & dressing are much easier when both parents are involved! (At least for right now - give us a few more weeks and we might be ready to strangle each other, instead lol)

The best part: 8+ hours of sleep!!! It's WONDERFUL!!! One thing is for sure: when mama's happier, everyone is happier. :)

xoxo,

Sarah