The Waiting Is The Hardest Part

I had a moment tonight while baking Christmas cookies using the same recipe for my famous balls that my mom made every year, as did both of my mamas, for as long as I can remember. Just the simple act of rolling a small amount of dough in my hands brought on a tsunami of memories of Christmas baking with momma.

As I’m rolling out the dough and enjoying my trip down memory lane, the lesson I taught this morning in Kid Church on waiting comes back. Since we’ve entered the season of Advent, we lit our purple “Hope” candle and talked about what it’s like to wait for anything — from our upcoming birthdays, for Christmas to come, for school to get out, to having a sleepover with a friend, going on a trip, or even waiting to be seen at the doctors office — the waiting for Jesus to return. That is the point of this season, to prepare our hearts and make room for Him upon his return.

And then it hits me like a ton of bricks—my momma is in Heaven WITH my Jesus—the very one that I’m preparing my heart for in this season, she’s right there with him! I’m preparing myself for His arrival and she’s there worshipping with the multitudes at his feet. Goodness gracious, the One who gave His life for mine is with the one who would’ve given her life. It’s an overwhelming thought and reality and it’s filled with hope.

{{Gasp}} Let’s be honest, it’s also a tad scary to think that the two of them are together and they’re comparing notes on me. It’s bad enough that Jesus KNOWS everything, but do you think he’s told my momma too?! Heavens to murgatroyd, I’m certain she just shrieked “Christina!” from the heavens!

During this season of waiting, I’m gonna focus on my Jesus and the joy that he fills me with. I’m gonna worship and praise him. I’m gonna look for the good in everything and everyone. I’m gonna continue to serve him and love others the same way He loves me. I’m going to try and see others the way He sees them. In all that may I find joy and just maybe it’ll soothe the ache too.

Tom Petty sang it best, “The waiting is the hardest part.”

I think this world is ready for you now Jesus, just sayin’.



One thought on “The Waiting Is The Hardest Part

  1. Bless your precious aching heart. I love picturing the two of them together and love how you describe their love for you. You just keep on doing what you’re doing. I’m pretty sure they are both so proud of you! Much love to ya, chicklet. You are doing it right!


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