Five minute Friday’s writing prompt: On Waiting…
When you think about it, it’s amazing how much of our time we spend waiting for things.
But lately I have felt like I’m very much in a season of reaping the seeds of waiting I sowed in the past. I find myself enjoying and living in the now more than I think I ever have. This is good.
I have waited for little feet running to meet me – wet from the shower, splatting along the floor, leaving tiny, chubby footprints.
I have waited for a little child to mimic animal sounds and laugh when I join in.
I have waited for a child to say, “Let’s play jungle!” and pretend to be something he is not – Baloo the Bear.
I have waited for a child to hear a lullaby for the first time from me. For a child to ask for the same favorite song each night when we’ve turned out the lights. “Bird song, Mamma, Bird song!”
I have waited for bear hugs from little monkeys, feeding my own little pigs, the splashes as they finally get clean in the tub.
For these children I waited. And prayed. It was worth the wait.