Impatiently Patient.

What family with 3 children hop from house to house in 7 years of marriage, and from job to job, and town to town not knowing where the heck they are going? What family lives in a house but not in it's community? What family who is completely unemployed turns down a great paying job?

We do.

We have asked ourselves if we brought this mess upon ourselves, while flipping through the earlier chapters of our lives. Some, we have. Most we have not.

If there is one thing we know, it's that God loves us. Even when He is silent. We wait and we trust... in Him, not our checkbooks. We wait for His lead, His direction, His timing. Not ours.

We don't see a target for our lives. Positivily frustrating. But maybe it's not about the Target... but about become like Him.

As much as I want to pull my hair out, not knowing where we are to live or work or become rooted in a community, there is one thing I do know. God is leading. Not us. God is in control. Not us.

And what better place is there to be? So we have hope.

















We cry out to Him but He is silent. And in the silence, we learn discipline. Watching my husband has truly caused me to value this dark season of brokenness. At a time I would have expected Jer to run away, he has discovered discipline. Even in the silence of Jesus, Jeremy continues to get out of bed every morning to pursue Him.

In the waiting, the pause, we have learned that it's not about where we are going, but who we are becoming. So with that said, we value this season of brokenness. The fire is painful. But in everything, positive results can only come when accompanied by pain. So bring on the rain!