No letter yet. Every day I hope to see one with a return address from Missouri. None yet.
The ball's in his court. Since there's no letter, there are no phone calls either.
Waiting. That's one of the hardest things in life. And yet, as I have thought about this period of time in our lives, and the reason behind it, my thoughts go to my Heavenly Father. My son is angry, so he has breached our relationship. In the past couple of weeks, the thought has crossed my mind, "I think I'm angry." And then, "I'm not angry." So, I think I am angry.
And in many ways, I have breached my relationship to my Heavenly Father. My desires wane for His Word. I struggle to pour out my heart to Him. After all, He is allowing this. There are some days, I can't speak to Him for fear of embarrassment. You know, like after you've had a conflict with someone and see them for the first time knowing you were wrong.
I tell myself, "This is so silly." And yet, I go round and round in this battle.
My Heavenly Father is in the waiting game too. He gently nudges me and woos me and even chastens me. I know He loves me and wants to hear my heart's cry.
The ball's in my court. I pick up His Word and fall on my knees. Today is a new day. Tomorrow I might be back a couple of steps, but I pray I make daily forward steps.