holding pattern

for those of you wondering about the status of our newest son's arrival, nothing significant to report yet.  we're still at home, waiting.  progress is definitely being made by the labor Ronni is doing.   she saw the doctor today and he says all the lights are green and all the signs are still pointing one way.  4 and 1 for those in the know.   could be today.  could be tomorrow. could be the next. 

we feel a little like an airplane that's nearly arrived at it's destination but hasn't been given landing clearance, so we're just circling the airport in a holding pattern.

using up fuel.  passengers getting antsy. 

on the other hand, we've got no connecting flights to catch, and there's plenty of free peanuts and apple juice (this is one of those flights in the old days when you didn't have to pay extra for the goodies).

both Colin and Elle were born on Saturdays, if I remember rightly.  maybe this one got the memo, too.

in the meantime, I'm just trying to orient my otherwise focused brain to write a sermon that I probably won't be preaching this weekend.  or maybe I will.  what do I know?

I like "the cry of the church" from the midday office of prayers today.  an invitation for an even longer awaited one to come:

Even so, come Lord Jesus.