It seems life if full of waiting.
Each day we wait for something ... whether it's the microwave to beep or a house to sell.
I've not been a good waiter lately.
I'm getting anxious. I want to know something, anything about our future. What state we'll be in is a good start. I want assurance that all will be well. I want to know I'll have time to settle into a new home before our son arrives. I want to quit my job so I can have a few months with just Phoebe and me. I want... I want... I want...
It's these times of uncertainty that God invites me to rest. Rest my racing mind. Rest my load of wants at His feet. Rest in that He knows well.
But who knew resting could be so hard?