When the waiting is over…. 

You know that moment when something you have been waiting for finally happens. You’ve imagined how you would feel.  You’ve pictured elation,  tears of joy,  shouts of glee.  Then it happens and you’re sitting there waiting for the surge of emotions to overtake you. But instead of the picture you have in your head,  something different happens.  You don’t react like you thought you would.  Hmmmm,  what does this mean? Don’t get me wrong I’m thrilled it finally happened,  but the balloons and confetti didn’t fall from the sky. 

Ok, so I know,  you are wondering what happened that I’m rambling on about.  Well,  my husband,  who works in the oil industry, has been struggling to find work in his field. He has done everything he could to provide for our family,  and by the grace of God we have survived. Kind family and friends have thrown work our way,  helped with making sure our kids have what they need,  and done countless other kindnesses to help us. God has so beautifully used people in our lives to provide us our daily manna. And, we have grown.  Each one of us is better for this struggle.  My kids have come together and worked for what they want. They have shared with each other. It has been wonderful,  but I  would be lying if I said I wasn’t ready for the season of struggle to pass. 

Well,  the waiting is over.  My husband got that phone call we’ve been waiting on. He’s headed back to work in his field, doing what he loves next month. I am beyond happy and grateful even though I didn’t break out into song and dance when I got the news.  No instead of an outward show of emotion,  what happened to me was an inner assurance that I knew God had me the whole time. See,  I reached a point in this journey where I knew God was going to provide for the day and when the time was right our lives would return to normal.  And that to me is so much better than what I pictured in my head, because I reached a point of contentment,  I reached a point of assurance,  I reached a point of trust. And,  I’m so grateful for my struggle for it taught me I am strong.

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