Ever have those seasons in life when you know you're in a season of waiting? That God has placed you there for whatever reason?
I've got a couple of those going...
In the next four to six weeks (I'm voting for four!), our little boy will join us. Since this is the last time I'll be pregnant, I'm trying to enjoy every moment, but for those of you who've been here, you can relate to how it hits a point that isn't really that fun. The squirms and kicks poke and prod, and I begin to feel like a beached whale. I am thrilled this pregnancy has gone well...but I'm also ready to meet this little guy!
Then there's the season of waiting and anticipating with writing. I'm working on proposals for new books and edits for a book that releases in the late spring. The ideas are beginning to really jell, and I feel the excitement of the hunt...but I also know so much is outside my control.
That's the story of my life right now. So I lean into God, trusting that He continues to have good plans for my life. And enjoy the moment, because I know life's going to get a wee bit more complicated in a few weeks.
So as Indian summer turns into chilly weather, where does God have you?