“Just wait,” she said.
I can hear her voice like it was yesterday, and her words were not the ones I wanted to hear.
“Just wait,” she told my pain, my frustration, my dismay.
“How long?” I wanted to know.
But she didn’t have an answer for that.
And she was right.
After Baby #2 came into our family, life got really tough. I was unhappy. I yelled a lot. I cried a lot. I was depressed. “Fun” seemed a thing of the past that I’d banished forever to replace with poopy diapers and a cycling of nap time. Then we added Baby #3. And suddenly, everything made sense again. I knew what to do, how to be, and came home to my peace.
Today I sat under a pine tree at our local pool club, where, mystically, all of the kids are satisfied. There is something to amuse every age and I feel a surge of peace warming the toes I dipped into cool water moments earlier.
I waited and all of my dreams came true. I believed and said to myself, “just wait,” because she told me to and I listened because I love her so much.
Today, I mused on the peace I’ve found in the phrase “just wait.” Because sometimes things cannot feel perfect or even close to it. But I can wait. And time will pass. The pain will pass. The frustrations will pass, and it will have been worth the wait.
What brought you peace this week? Share the peace!