Last week I visited my grandpa. After 70 years of marriage his beautiful bride, my grandma, went home to be with Jesus this past May. Grandpa talked of her and his longing to be with her. He also talked of God’s reminder that in His time He would take grandpa home and there is still life left to live. I left that day, with a subtle reprimand in my spirit. I had been fussing with it taking so long to get into our loft. The stark reality is, we can wait our life away. I so appreciate my grandfather, who at the end of his life, continues to focus not at what His heart so longs for, but trusting His dear father for purpose in each and every day.
As I pen this, I think of you my dear friends and family. I think about what you are waiting and hoping for. For family members to turn their hearts to Christ, for a husband to be healed, for children to return home, for a house to sell before it’s foreclosed on, for a long awaited situation to change, and I know at least one of you is awaiting a move to Coeur d Alene. ;). It is in the waiting that we find tender hope breeze through our lives. Wait for that hope. Be expectant for it to come.
So with this I can say we wait upon the county and state plumbing inspector to allow us to move into our loft. We have called them to make a visit and thus think all the necessities are complete, but we shall soon find out.
Before I could post this we did receive permission to move in. Hooray! But because I know this waiting bit is a reoccurring issue in my life, I thought I would send this post out anyway. I’ve included some initial pictures of us moving in. As soon as we get settled, I’ll post some more.
“We wait in hope for the Lord; he is our help and our shield. In him our hearts rejoice, for we trust in his holy name. May your unfailing love be with us, Lord, even as we put our hope in you.” (Psalm 33:20-22 NIV)