Mawage...

"Mawage is wot bwings us togeder tooday... And wuv, tru wuv, will fowow you foweva..."

Confused? Perhaps it's time to watch "The Princess Bride" one more time - and then you might get that whole thing...

Anyways, today marked a wonderful day in the Kinney household, and that would be 7 blessed years of mawage, I mean marriage. :)

We woke up, got some breakfast with the kiddos, and then Hubs took the two boys with him on a "daddy work day" to leave me with a whole afternoon of "mommy time." It was a little slice of heaven.

Then we reunited right before dinner, with my boys safely placed in grandma and papa's care, and off we went to one of our favorites, Asiagos.

Then a movie.

Then dessert.

Then to a quiet house, and the knowledge that we get to sleep in a little in the morning! (our normal wake up time with the boys these days is around 5:45 - 6:03).

What a lucky girl I am on this fine day!

Hubs & I at the Cheesecake Factory for dessert! Yum!

Waiting room

So we've all been to one - and they can have some of the best people watching around... Sometimes they're a bit uncomfortable, especially if you have a squirmy little one wanting to explore around - when we all know that exploration out of our own chairs will draw attention - and then WE are the ones people are watching!

This all happens in the "waiting room."

So, though I've had my fair share of waiting rooms (you definitely rack up waiting room visits when you have kids or become prego!), this story is more a figurative story of the "waiting room" of life.

I feel like the last 2 years has been a season of waiting - relying - stretching - mourning - hurting - & blessed time altogether.

But it is easy to become weary in the waiting, and I must say - that has been my biggest struggle. You become dull to your circumstances and feel like no one REALLY wants to hear your sad sob story one more time, that it would be best if you just shuffled along - weary and burdened, but ready for change.

This last Sunday was Pentecost Sunday. This last week leading up to Pentecost Sunday was a week of Hubs and I praying for patience and wisdom during "the waiting".

Pastor's sermon on Sunday dealt with WAITING.

Is there a theme here?

Pastor spoke on the 120 people waiting, as Jesus told them to, in a room - which lasted for 10 days. Can you imagine being in a room with 120 people? Can you imagine the EXPECTATION of what Christ was going to do? I can't get over their faith. In today's culture to be asked to wait, we commonly reply "what, like 5 min?" And even that in our minds is too long.

Imagine being asked to wait for an undisclosed period of time. In this case 10 days. For many of us, we would have to quit our jobs, close up shop, find some pretty good babysitters..... You catch my drift.

Here is the really cool part.

It came like a "mighty wind" upon them... The Holy Spirit, that is.

How exciting is that? But yet how easy is it to be sitting there, staring at the same dusty walls for 10 days straight - it would be enough to make you want to lose your mind. They may have thought they were seeing things - as it says that "tongues of fire rested on each of them, causing them to speak different languages."

But you can see God's hand in motion as:

The apostles received the Holy Spirit and were miraculously enabled to go out into Jerusalem prophesying and speaking in languages that all the visitors to Jerusalem could understand as told further in Acts 2:5-6: "Many religious Jews from every country in the world were living in Jerusalem ... they were hearing everything in their own languages." The noise and activity attracted a huge crowd and the Apostle Peter preached a sermon to the crowd with some effectiveness, as Acts 2:41 reports: "On that day about three thousand believed his message and were baptized."

THREE THOUSAND were baptized! Can you imagine? What a mighty reward for waiting, in reality, such a short amount of time.

But to us 10 days would seem like a lifetime. Maybe even as bad as 2 years...

I sit here today, and find that my faith must be greater than my need, because without HIM, I am nothing but a nobody - staring at a dusty wall - "people watching" from my stiff waiting room chair.

I know that I can wait expectantly - but that I can't expect HIM to do what I think should happen. I should live in the expectance of knowing HIS will and way are best, no matter how long it takes to reveal itself.

He is my Rock and Fortress, He is all I need - and what better friend to wait with than the ruler of the universe? The one that holds time in his hands?