The Yellow Stroller

The search for a double stroller was on. I researched, I asked around and I ended up settling for a junky one off craigslist. Mamas, invest in a GOOD stroller from the start. I had to put up with this junky one all summer. So the search was back on.  I determined I was going to get a great one this time and ask other moms, research more and find one I loved that wasn't the crazy expensive Bob. 

I found one that was in great condition and.... it was YELLOW. Could this be?

I traded my happy yellow two-door beetle for kiddos so a yellow stroller with a mama coffee cup holder sounded like a dream come true. 

I woke up early today, got the boys fed, loaded them into the van and we drove an HOUR in the rain to pick up this bright, perfect, great bargain of a deal double stroller. Call me crazy, but I started having dreams of pushing my boys in a nice, smooth stroller instead of veering off the right all the time or trying to hold my coffee and push with my pinky. And you know what? We got to the lady's house, I went to the door with my cash and she up and decided it was NOT FOR SALE anymore. ...Really?!?

I had a few choice words with her then got in my car all steamed up and drove the hour back home with no yellow stroller.

I didn't know if I could be mad or cry or scream, none of it seemed like appropriate adult behavior over a dang stroller. 

So instead me and the boys stopped at Target to cool off and get a donut. Asher was happy as a clam. The infuriating morning didn't phase him and Zane sat there in the cart eating his cookie with his belly sticking out of his shirt. No big thing.

The lesson God was trying showing me....

Earlier this morning I heard that still small voice saying WAIT, don't go.

I took it as a voice of warning, don't go to that crazy craigslist person's house you'll get murdered but I went anyway praying for protection. 

The Holy Spirit speaks to us quietly in the silence of our hearts and apparently I'm being reminded and taught to LISTEN to His voice again in lots of areas of my life. 

WAIT on the LORD. 

I literally KEEP TRYING to do things in my own strength. 

I try to get pregnant.

I try to make Jamberry sales.

I try to find the perfect yellow stroller.

And sometimes the Holy Spirit just says WAIT, good things come to those who WAIT.

And yet waiting is the hardest thing to do.

I came home from the frustrating morning of two hours of wasted time and gas feeling guilty I dragged the boys all that way, and what did I do? I started the stroller search again instead of waiting.