Waiting

I feel like I've been waiting my whole life. I waited with eager anticiptation to start school. To be able to grasp the English language and to command it the way my mom did when I was a kid. I waited to start wearing make-up. My friends had started in the 5th grade. Sharing mascara and blush and eye shadow application tips over the lunch table. I wante so badly to join in, but because my mom taught in the same school, everything I did was under scrutiny. I rejoiced on Christmas day in the 7th grade when I got my first set of make-up. I waited to get my driver's license- I had to wait until I was almost 17 because we had moved from Mississippi to Florida. To graduate from college with my nursing degree;to get my first apartement.

Now... I'm waiting yet again. Waiting to meet the love of my life. That man who God has created to complement me perfectly. With whom I will spend the rest of my life. As my friends begin settling down one-by-one around me, I am becoming acutely more aware of this. It's no longer "just the girls". Now, there are husbans, boyfriends, familial obligations, and balancing acts addedt to the mix. I have standing appointments on Thursdays and Fridays to see two of my closest friends-- this is the only it can be managed.

While I'm sad that everyone else's lives are moving on, and I feel like I'm in that famliar "wait and see" holding pattern, I'm trying with all of my might to hold onto the truths that I know are from God-- Jeremiah 28:11; Isiah 30:11; Proverbs 3;5&6. These are all that will sustain me.