waiting

Advent came and went, and along with it went my patience. i'm going kind of crazy sitting here in our apartment trying to figure out how to wait patiently enough for doctors and nurses to get things into place so that we can take care of our child. thank God Reid is here with me. i also thank Him that i have such a caring family, and such wonderful friends.

i hope that anyone who's said a prayer for us knows how much we truly appreciate it. we're returning them too, being thankful for all that we have.

it looks like we're going to Cincinnati. we don't know when, exactly, but hopefully sooner rather than later. i'd hate to have to wait all weekend to find out what's going on, and what can be done.

i feel like a broken record. i feel like crying. i wish i could hug my mom. i wish i felt like doing something other than sitting here feeling sorry for us.

in our 20s/30s ministry team at 2PC, we often used an analogy of a bridge to try to understand where people in our age group might fall in the ministry. i'm feeling the whole bridge thing right now. maybe we're stepping onto the bridge right now, and in my mind it's one of those bridges that's not flat, it's like a small hill, and we're going to have to begin walking uphill very soon. it might be a while until we're at the top and can see the other end of the bridge. we might stub a toe somewhere along the way, and that might slow us down for a while but i have faith that we're meant to get to the other side.

so the waiting continues. i wait for my spinal surgeon (from a surgery about 5 and a half years ago) to call me back so that i can have those surgical records faxed to Cincinnati. it sounds like they don't want to proceed with scheduling until they know what they'll be able to do. then i wait to hear when i'm scheduled to see the doctor so that we can get the hell out of here.