It’s been one of those weeks. I turn around one moment and the next I find Zeke posted on the dishwasher door licking last night’s dirty dishes. I text Chris to find out that yes, another meeting runs right through dinner time, again. Every. night. this. week. I rush through the unending snow to get a few errands done and Max face plants in the CVS parking lot because he tries to run wearing rain boots a size or two too large.
It’s in these moments that I close my eyes, click my heels, and recite, “There’s no weather like summer. There are no words as sweet as a job offer. There’s no smell like a spit-up-free baby. There’s no schedule like a predictable one.”
In a quiet moment (so thankful for these…) this week, though, I was reminded that I really do not want to jump ahead. God is not there. He is here. And that’s exactly where He needs me to be. Here. I don’t want to miss it.
Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will be joyful in God my Savior. The Sovereign LORD is my strength… Habakkuk 3:17-19