"Have patience, have patience,
Don't be in such a hurry.
When you get impatient, you only start to worry.
Remember, remember that God is patient, too.
And think of all the times when others have to wait for you."
These aren't the exact lyrics that I remember from the childhood video we used to watch about Herbert the Snail.
However, they do evoke the same feeling inside of me as the somewhat inaccurate words that I sing to my three girls.
We were originally supposed to close on the farmhouse on June 16th.
Then June 30th.
Then July 5th.
Now, it's looking like it won't even happen by then.
Something is going on with the appraisal of our current house and I am waiting for a phone call, as we speak, to see what needs to happen to make that appraisal come through sooner than later.
It has something to do with the hailstorm and our insurance claim.
As I sit here just waiting for that phone to ring, I have a hard time with patience.
I know that in the whole scheme of things, a three to four week delay on closing on a house isn't a huge deal.
In all of life, three to four weeks is gone in the blink of an eye.
However, it makes me start to wonder how things will all work out.
I start to worry, although I know I shouldn't.
I know that God is in control of this situation and that He's got this.
We have a roof over our heads,
three beautiful, healthy daughters,
a wonderful marriage,
and more than we could ever need.
We are loved.
We are blessed.
We are (trying to be) patient.