Waiting is hard. Waiting for pain that you know is coming is the sweat of the Agony of the Garden. Waiting for a joy that you hope for is the extended, held breath of Holy Saturday. Right now, I’m waiting for a new baby to arrive, and each day past my due date is an exercise in patience, hope, trust and acceptance.
Update: That stubborn baby DID eventually come! It’s been a roller coaster as we find our new normal around here, but we’re super in love with him.