Waiting, waiting, waiting. For a couple of weeks we've been waiting on Travel Approval (TA) from China. We're so close. . . but still waiting. It should come next week. I understand that I'm not "pregnant" with Joseph. He's seven years old, for goodness sakes! But this feels very much like the ninth month of pregnancy when it seems like the wait will go on forever.
Hope deferred, i.e. waiting, seems to be the theme of my summer.
We're still waiting for our new farm table to be rebuilt. It should ship next week. We're still waiting for the termite damage in the family room to be repaired. "Next week," the guy said. I'm waiting on Mike to finish painting the girls' bunkbeds so we can fix up the kids' rooms. It really needs to be done by next week, before school starts.
Next week could be a really big week at our house.
Summer vacation has come and gone and I'm still waiting.
Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life. Proverbs 13:12.
Keepin' it real on the night before
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