Today was a day full of waiting.
Fitting, since it was Holy Saturday. In the Christian faith, this is the day the Jesus lay in the tomb.
Some churches hold an evening "vigil" service, awaiting His resurrection on Easter Sunday.
My waiting began early this morning. Waiting for my alarm to go off. Today was breakfast with my mom, daughter and son-in-law day. It was also the day of my daughter's "gender reveal" party.
She had an ultrasound on Friday. On "Good Friday", I just realized! She sent me the picture of the cutest little baby with a turned up nose. But she only had the face picture. They told the ultrasound technician to write down the gender of her baby and put it on a paper to give to her best friend.
At the party, her friend had filled a balloon with the appropriate colored powder. Then my daughter, the bow hunter woman would place her bow in the arrow, pull it back and let it fly, bursting the balloon and revealing the contents of the balloon and the gender of my grandchild!
I was very excited. That's why I was up BEFORE my alarm!
As I lay in bed in anticipation, I checked in on Facebook to see what the rest of the world was up to. Aside from the "Mother of all Bombs" we dropped on the ISIS tunnels in Afghanistan, and the North Koreans putting on a parade to display their military might, I discovered that April the giraffe had finally given birth!
On Holy Saturday!
A beautiful baby boy giraffe. And he was already walking. My heart lept with joy!
And at that, I leapt out of bed and got ready for my day. The sun was shining. My walk to breakfast was quite pleasant. We had a lovely meal. My daughter was glowing. She really is a beautiful girl. My heart ached, thinking of her as a baby, and now, she was carrying one!
Her friend texted me last night. She was curious if I had a feeling for the gender of the child she was carrying. I said "a girl". I have felt it all along.
The gender reveal party was set for 5:00. I felt saddened that I could not attend. Saturday was my busiest teaching day. Plus I had a 6:00 p.m. rehearsal for a concert I am playing with my friends of Portland Chamber Music.
So I told my daughter she had to record a video and let me know the VERY INSTANT the balloon burst!
My day dragged by. I knitted some more of the baby blanket. This is the best work I have done. And I am enjoying the calming effect that knitting has on my spirit. It is like knitting a rosary really!
Speaking of rosary, my heart leapt for joy when my mother confided in me that my father asked her to ask me to buy him a rosary. He told her he has been longing to pray the rosary again. They were both raised Catholic, but had fallen away from the faith. I grew up feeling my father was an Atheist.
After his stroke, he started to talk a bit about God and wondering about the after life. But then he stopped.
I was so pleased. I have found profound peace from praying the rosary. It got me through many a difficult time. So I went right online to Amazon.com and ordered them both rosaries.
One of prayers has been for my parents to seek God. And for them to seek Him during Holy Week makes my heart sing!
Speaking of my heart singing...
After I was done teaching about 4:30, I took a dinner break and called my daughter. She was on her way to the park with her husband for the gender reveal party. She said she was going to "go live" on Facebook about 5:15 and I should sign on then to view the balloon popping.
I did. I waited. My heart pounded.
Then about 5:20, the video popped up. My gorgeous girl picked up her bow, placed the arrow and let it fly.
It popped the balloon on the first shot.
And pink dust burst forth!
And now my dear reader, you probably understand why I am typing in pink! :)
On that note, I wish you a Happy Saturday!
I will talk to you tomorrow. When the waiting will be over.
At least the waiting for the risen savior!
But as for me, I am going to go to bed and dream sweet dreams of holding a baby girl in my arms.
By the way, "Patience" was the fruit of the spirit that I focused on today.
Only fitting!
Peace and Love,
Zita
Fitting, since it was Holy Saturday. In the Christian faith, this is the day the Jesus lay in the tomb.
Some churches hold an evening "vigil" service, awaiting His resurrection on Easter Sunday.
My waiting began early this morning. Waiting for my alarm to go off. Today was breakfast with my mom, daughter and son-in-law day. It was also the day of my daughter's "gender reveal" party.
She had an ultrasound on Friday. On "Good Friday", I just realized! She sent me the picture of the cutest little baby with a turned up nose. But she only had the face picture. They told the ultrasound technician to write down the gender of her baby and put it on a paper to give to her best friend.
At the party, her friend had filled a balloon with the appropriate colored powder. Then my daughter, the bow hunter woman would place her bow in the arrow, pull it back and let it fly, bursting the balloon and revealing the contents of the balloon and the gender of my grandchild!
I was very excited. That's why I was up BEFORE my alarm!
As I lay in bed in anticipation, I checked in on Facebook to see what the rest of the world was up to. Aside from the "Mother of all Bombs" we dropped on the ISIS tunnels in Afghanistan, and the North Koreans putting on a parade to display their military might, I discovered that April the giraffe had finally given birth!
On Holy Saturday!
A beautiful baby boy giraffe. And he was already walking. My heart lept with joy!
And at that, I leapt out of bed and got ready for my day. The sun was shining. My walk to breakfast was quite pleasant. We had a lovely meal. My daughter was glowing. She really is a beautiful girl. My heart ached, thinking of her as a baby, and now, she was carrying one!
Her friend texted me last night. She was curious if I had a feeling for the gender of the child she was carrying. I said "a girl". I have felt it all along.
The gender reveal party was set for 5:00. I felt saddened that I could not attend. Saturday was my busiest teaching day. Plus I had a 6:00 p.m. rehearsal for a concert I am playing with my friends of Portland Chamber Music.
So I told my daughter she had to record a video and let me know the VERY INSTANT the balloon burst!
My day dragged by. I knitted some more of the baby blanket. This is the best work I have done. And I am enjoying the calming effect that knitting has on my spirit. It is like knitting a rosary really!
Speaking of rosary, my heart leapt for joy when my mother confided in me that my father asked her to ask me to buy him a rosary. He told her he has been longing to pray the rosary again. They were both raised Catholic, but had fallen away from the faith. I grew up feeling my father was an Atheist.
After his stroke, he started to talk a bit about God and wondering about the after life. But then he stopped.
I was so pleased. I have found profound peace from praying the rosary. It got me through many a difficult time. So I went right online to Amazon.com and ordered them both rosaries.
One of prayers has been for my parents to seek God. And for them to seek Him during Holy Week makes my heart sing!
Speaking of my heart singing...
After I was done teaching about 4:30, I took a dinner break and called my daughter. She was on her way to the park with her husband for the gender reveal party. She said she was going to "go live" on Facebook about 5:15 and I should sign on then to view the balloon popping.
I did. I waited. My heart pounded.
Then about 5:20, the video popped up. My gorgeous girl picked up her bow, placed the arrow and let it fly.
It popped the balloon on the first shot.
And pink dust burst forth!
And now my dear reader, you probably understand why I am typing in pink! :)
On that note, I wish you a Happy Saturday!
I will talk to you tomorrow. When the waiting will be over.
At least the waiting for the risen savior!
But as for me, I am going to go to bed and dream sweet dreams of holding a baby girl in my arms.
By the way, "Patience" was the fruit of the spirit that I focused on today.
Only fitting!
Peace and Love,
Zita
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