Walking across a parking lot a couple of weeks ago, I saw this. I stopped in the middle of the parking lot and took this picture because it struck me so. How in the world does a seed find its way in to a tiny hole in a concrete jungle and take hold and survive? That just screams HOPE. If a tiny seed can thrive in these conditions, surely there is hope for us all. Hope not just to survive, but to really thrive.
Romans 12:12 Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer.
I am rejoicing in hope (new life is pending any day now), patient in our current tribulation (waiting for the birth of our grandchild)....not that that is a real tribulation, and I am constant in prayer (for a safe delivery, healthy baby and happy mama).
The ninth month of pregnancy is the longest month ever. Especially for the pregnant woman but now I see it is long for the grandparents-to-be, too. Because that pregnant woman is my baby and I know she is miserable and anxious. I know. And there is nothing I can do for her.
Soon. I hope it is soon.
What I've been up to while waiting....
I watched the entire season of The Bachelor. Somewhere around the 3rd or 4th episode, I read Reality Steve. He has insider information and always knows who is chosen. So I knew who Sean would choose and believe it or not, it helps me watch the show. I find I am way more focused on the faces and conversations of all of the girls because my mind isn't constantly wondering and wandering.
I noticed, too, that the way it was edited, they downplayed Catherine and led you to believe Sean's choice would be Lindsey. But knowing he picked Catherine before he picked her allowed me to focus on her and see what he saw in her.
In case you're wondering, I hate surprises. Yes, I always opened my wrapped presents under the tree and then rewrapped them. It took some of the pressure off of the actual opening. So while I enjoy The Bachelor, I enjoy it more knowing who is chosen at the end way before the end.
It's just a mindless show. And somehow knowing makes it even more mindless. But sometimes a mindless show is just what I need.
And while waiting, I've also been working, attended the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo where I saw Alan Jackson perform, planted some spring flowers and filled lots of holes in our backyard from the dogs digging for grub worms....grrrrr, packed my bag for a quick exit when I get the call that labor has begun, rode in a limo for a surprise 50th birthday party at Howl at the Moon where I might have danced on stage with the birthday honoree, attended my Book Club where we chose our next read....
When Crickets Cry by Charles Martin....
.....and stayed close to the phone.
Any day now.