Peaceful Impatience

I am not a patient person. There - I got it out. When it comes to waiting for just about anything I start to go a little crazy. Rush hour traffic, people who are late for meetings, 40 weeks to get a baby out of my belly - impatient.

Right now God is forcing me to be patient, and it's irritating me. Can you write that on a blog and not get zapped by lightening? If the world DOES come to an end today, you can blame me.

One of my favorite movies is Evan Almighty. Side note - when I die, I so want Morgan Freeman to be God. Wouldn't that be the coolest? At any rate, how many people go to a comedy and end up crying? Can you see my hand raised up nice and high? That was me. Sitting next to Sofia, crying in the theater.

There are many amazing, profound lines in that movie. Here's one of my favorites. This is God talking to Evan's wife. She had just left him because he wouldn't let go of building the A.R.K. and the whole world, including her, thought he was a nut bar.

God: "Let me ask you something. If someone prays for patience, you think God gives them patience? Or does he give them the opportunity to be patient? If he prayed for courage, does God give him courage, or does he give him opportunities to be courageous? If someone prayed for the family to be closer, do you think God zaps them with warm fuzzy feelings, or does he give them opportunities to love each other?"

I have prayed for patience. A lot. Little did I know what I was setting myself up for.

Right now we're waiting on a phone call. One stinkin' phone call. That will be the deciding factor - the moment of truth - in this adoption process.

Just pick up the phone, right? Well, it's Haiti. In Haiti you don't just pick up the phone and make a connection and get all the answers that will make a woman in Wisconsin breathe a sigh of relief. Nope. I have to wait.

I have to be patient.

I don't wanna be patient.

Maybe they'll make the call today?.......