Waiting

I'll just go ahead and be honest. I hate waiting, and I generally suck at it. Now I don't like to be surprised, I'd rather have the anticipation, but if that said anticipation is too long. Forget it. I'm a mess. And frankly, a not very nice mess. 

Well, I've been waiting now in Spain for almost 4 weeks. Almost a month. On the scale of long anticipations this is off the charts. A month. sheesh. Waiting for what you ask? Isabelle's passport so we can leave this place and go home. Home to Morocco. Its not like I wasn't aware that this might take this long. We were warned. The past two countries where we had our past two boys (Josiah was born in the states, its pretty straight forward there). Anyway the past two countries were fast. Less than 10 days. And people were helpful. So I wasn't worried. I thought it would be the same. No. Not in Spain. So here we sit and wait. 

I must also be honest and admit that I am learning a lot while I am here. Learning to let strangers help me and to rest even though my pride says "you're fine". I am realizing how so many people around the world feel - they can't leave their country. They can't get a passport. They do not have freedom. Freedom, it is a very special and wonderful thing. I've gotten somethings done while I'm here. I've discovered pintrest while sitting for hours on the internet. I've crochet two pairs of baby booties. I've organized and sorted some of my life - well mentally at least. 

And most precious of all I've spent time with my new little princess. She is something special. Something beautiful. I still can't believe it all. You'd think the fourth would be different. That it would be "old" even. But there is something magical and wonderful about a new life. Something I can't put into words. I am so blessed to sit and hold this little being. 

So, I will just keep waiting and doing by best to learn the lessons God wants to teach me through this time. And I will praise him for the gift of this new life. A gift that was worth the wait.

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