My post-Christmas thoughts have been drawn to waiting. At the moment, Hungary is rather damp and warm but in the next few days, a snowy carpet will descend from the heavens and the sandy soil beneath our feet will resolidify and all my farm-based work will stop until spring.
I've learnt lots about life, living in Hungary but waiting is the hardest thing of all to study. A workman coming at 8 am can be from 6 am to 2 pm; having a vegetable patch and only being able to look at it; looking at rabbits wondering if they are pregnant; Wondering what I should do this month/year; should I wait for opportunities or should I try and make something happen; waiting for things in faith to become less shadowy and more clear.
I'm not any better at waiting just trying to enjoy the journey