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As I read Ashley’s words, my thoughts went to Joseph literally making space in a cave intended for animals. I imagine he had to move things to make a place for Mary to deliver The Savior, our Jesus. I too have to move things around in my day and my seasons to make space for my time with Him. I do love the moment by moment interaction we can have with Him, and He certainly has met me in my frantic moments because He NEVER leaves me. But there is something so sweet and comforting when I purposely stop and make space. It is where I can just rest my weary body and soul and be filled with His wonder and peace. It rarely  looks the same each time, and sometimes  I don’t feel that wonder and peace immediately. But it never fails to come when I need it most. 

There is one more guest post from Ashley Hales on Kris’ blog today. Bonus! (I had written in my last post that it was the last one.😬) 

If we are not intentional to make space and time for the waiting, we will distract ourselves away from our glaring needs. We are broken. We are tired. We are consumed with rush and hurry. And the world and our souls, if we’re honest, are bone weary. 

http://kriscamealy.com/can-creating-a-waiting-space-really-help-save-us-this-season/

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Today is the last guest post on Kris Camealy’s blog. What a precious privilege it has been to be on her street team for Come, Lord Jesus: the weight of waiting.  I have gotten to know some lovely ladies as well as enjoyed the many blog posts from the team.  More importantly, Jesus has been on the forefront of all of this.  It’s been all about Him all along.  He has invited me each day of this journey to rest and focus on Him.  Life has certainly continued with the brokenness this world so willingly offers, yet I filter it through Him. And my soul finds rest and the ability to exhale sitting right there in Abba’s lap, experiencing just how much I am loved and just how very big my God truly is. A very huge thank you to Kris Camealy for writing this treasure and for inviting us into this journey. And to all of the street team members and guest writers on her blog, thank you for the words of truth and encouragement. I look forward to meeting you all. 

Happy Christmas to all! 


Amy Penderson shares today. 

http://kriscamealy.com/invitation-sit-king/


No sweet well-meaning soul has the heart to look you straight in the eye and tell you that the chaos of daily living can very well eclipse your view of the Savior. 
Another soul stirring guest post is up on Kris Camealy’s blog today. 

http://kriscamealy.com/days-of-distraction/


With my shop-for-joy trip a dismal failure, I headed for the exit as tinny mall Muzak whined Santa-songs over loud-speakers. Racing out the door, I almost ran over a tiny high-school choir caroling in the frosty air. There was poignancy in their presence, simplicity in their song. I, and a young mother holding a beautiful baby boy, were the only shoppers who had stopped to hear the plaintive solo of a young African-American teen singing “Sweet Little Jesus Boy.” His velvety voice floated on the air like soft-falling snow. The baby cooed gently. I listened to the entire song and, with moist eyes, hugged the singer, grateful for his gift of joy, the first I’d experienced all day.

More beautiful words from Lynn Morrissey on Kris’ blog. 

http://kriscamealy.com/presence-over-presents-the-only-way-we-can-be-truly-satisfied-in-the-waiting/


This is just such a fun gift idea, I cannot wait to share this guest post from Kris’ blog. I don’t think Christa would mind one bit if you borrowed this idea! 

http://kriscamealy.com/the-gift-of-waiting-2/

I appreciate this verse. God put it right in my face, in His most loving way, when I needed the reminder that my focus must stay on Him and not my circumstances. This verse stays on a chalkboard in our home as a daily (sometimes hourly) reminder, not because He is not already GREATER, but because I need to keep the truth that HE IS in the forefront of my mind & heart. 

The following quote is from Ally Vermeer’s guest post on Kris Camealy’s blog. 

“John the Baptist was a true man of preparation- he had the right attitude, the right perspective. He knew his mission. And he served to the fullest, even while he was waiting.

This is the guy who said, “The bride belongs to the bridegroom. The friend who attends the bridegroom waits and listens for him, and is full of joy when he hears the bridegroom’s voice. That joy is mine, and it is now complete. He must become greater; I must become less.” – John 3:29-30”

Enjoy the entire post at http://kriscamealy.com/preparing-the-way/

Another beautiful guest post on Kris Camealy’s blog, enjoy Brandee Shafer’s story.

http://kriscamealy.com/hard-practice-of-waiting/

This guest from Christina Hubbard was exactly what my soul needed this morning. 

“Choose God like Mary did, in faith and praise, no matter the wait or unseen outcome. My life looks different than I imagined. So did Mary’s. While she probably longed for an ordinary Jewish life: a husband, seven kids, and nice Sabbath picnics, she didn’t quite get the life she planned. She got the Son of God. He happens to be all the world we’ll ever need.”

Enjoy the rest of Christina’s post on Kris Camealy’s blog. 

http://kriscamealy.com/god-chooses-you-ready-or-not/


When life is heavy and hard to take, go off by yourself. Enter the silence. Bow in prayer. Don’t ask questions: Wait for hope to appear. Don’t run from trouble. Take it full-face. The “worst” is never the worst. Why? Because the Master won’t ever walk out and fail to return. If he works severely, he also works tenderly. His stockpiles of loyal love are immense. He takes no pleasure in making life hard, in throwing roadblocks in the way. Lamentations 3:28-33

Yesterday Kris shared another guest post on her blog, and honestly I was not able to really sit and read it until this morning. And yet again, God’s timing is perfect. It. Always. Is. 

To be perfectly honest, today is a sad day for me. Never, in all the years of voting, have I left a poll barely able to restrain sobs. I could not hide the tears that rolled down my face as I made my way quickly to the car. I didn’t have to explain to the kind gentleman offering the “I voted” sticker why I refused it, I think he understood my tears. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not opposed to voting or stickers. Although, as a rule, I don’t like stickers on my clothes and I’m quite sure there’s a much better use of money than buying stickers. I’m sure I’m a disappointment to many with these words, but I just don’t buy into the idea that what I did today makes much of a difference. Maybe in the past it did, I hope so but I honestly don’t know. I’m sharing my heart here, so take it for what you will. It won’t be long before the losing side claims that the voting was corrupt or fixed or whatever. By no means is this all over at the end of the day. I am grateful to live here and ever so thankful for the freedoms we have, but quite aware we cannot take those for granted. Those freedoms are not guaranteed. I generally don’t let these things get me down, I know God is in charge and aware. I’m actually very excited to see what He has planned. I trust Him. I do not trust our system or the people in it. We know it’s not perfect, but it’s what we have. So, as a “good American”, I did my duty. And I’m just sad, so I let the sobs come thanking Him for such a way to release and heal. 

I came home and read what I had set aside for today and this passage from Lamentations hugs my heart. I also love how it is said in the NIV ’84:

Let him sit alone in silence, for the LORD has laid it on him. Let him bury his face in the dust-there may yet be hope. Let him offer his cheek to one who would strike him, and let him be filled with disgrace. For men are not cast off by the Lord forever. Though He brings grief, He will show compassion, so great is His unfailing love. For He does not willingly bring affliction or grief to the children of men.  Lamentations 3:28-33

My tears and frustration and doubt are welcome in the arms of God. He bends low and holds me close reminding me that He knows what He is doing and that my true freedom is in Christ which cannot be taken by anybody. He is so very present & working in the waiting of everything in this world. He cannot be removed and He is not defined by outcomes in this earthly realm. And I can add yet another entry in my eucharisteo journal – voting with tears in the 2016 Presidential Election. 


Yesterday, Mandy Lawrence-Hill shared her insights on what God does in the waiting. It’s a beautiful testament of our God. 

http://kriscamealy.com/the-gift-of-waiting/


Today is my oldest child’s birthday, she is 17 years old. It has been a very contemplative day for me. I’m generally a sentimental sap so I’m not too surprised. I’ve had moments of tears welling up for a few different reasons, but mostly my heart has landed on peace and the sweetness of our journey. I was 30 when I became pregnant for Riley. I found out the evening before we were to fly to Maryland for acupuncture for infertility. We waited for years to see that positive pregnancy test, and there it was. I still do not have words to describe what I felt or to describe Parker’s face when we saw that little plus sign. But I do think I have words to describe how God met me in the waiting…peace so unexplainable. 

It was not at first. I was 23 when we married and we decided right quick we were not going to prohibit a pregnancy in any way. Parker was 19 and did not want to start a family yet. He boldly proclaimed that he knew God was in charge of the creating babies business and wanted nothing to do with the side effects of commercial birth control. He was not worried one bit that God would make him a daddy one day earlier than what the Good Lord had planned. Father gave him great wisdom as my body could not handle hormone junk of any kind and there was much about birth control that we did not know then. I was amazed at his faith. And I was also convinced I would be having a baby very soon. Well, months turned into years, and Parker and God were now irritating me. A little Whitaker was not being created and my heart hurt and was anxious and angry. We eventually began the very beginning stages of infertility treatments, and it was not long before my body began reacting to the medications. I had to stop, and I finally surrended and told God He was just going to have to figure it out all by Himself! And it was then that a peace so unexplainable settled over me as if Father picked me up and said, “Thanks for recognizing that.” And He began to show me what needed to change in my life for my body to be healthy enough to support life. Of course, He could have fixed it all instantly, but we would not have had the journey together. He taught me so much during those years of waiting for our Riley Quin, and I experienced Him in some beautiful, albeit, painful ways. This was the beginning of my ‘learning to love waiting’ journey. Perhaps at another time, I will share more. 

I tell you that story to explain a little bit about why I felt so drawn to Kris Camealy’s book Come, Lord Jesus: the Weight of Waiting. For the past couple decades, God had been so present in my times of waiting that I knew if He was giving me opportunity to dig deeper into the subject, I was all in. I am so thankful He invited me and that I accepted.  It has opened up some wounds that need healing, has reinforced truth and encouraged me, and has connected me with others who share their beautiful words and stories.  Today, Mary Brack’s guest post is on Kris Camealy’s blog. 

In The Waiting

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