hold·ing pat·tern, noun
2. A state or period of no progress or change
Our life is in a seemingly unending holding pattern right now. It started the night of my birthday, back in March. Matt came home from work and told me that one of his supervisors had asked him what he thought about doing the host home program at Mosaic.
In short, this means that we would have an adult with an intellectual disability move into our home, and it would become Matt’s full time job to provide care for this individual. We had known about the host home program before that night, had talked about it, and decided that someday we’d like to be a part of something like that. I never would have guessed that ‘someday’ would be so soon.
We went down to the Mosaic office later that week to get an informational packet, and sat down to read it through. Eventually, we filled out an application. Then, we waited about six weeks to attend an informational session. Matt waited another two to have an interview. We waited another month to have a home visit, and that was a month ago now. Are you catching a theme here???
Thankfully, this month has been a month of action, if you can call it that. I am required to go through Mosaic’s New Employee Orientation so that I am as trained as Matt is in policy, procedure, and the like. So, every Monday this month I have sacrificed my day off for the greater good. It has been rough to say the least, but I have been filled with such excitement about what our future holds in store for us!!! There is not a day goes by that I don’t feel like we have been called to go down this road, a road that Jesus Himself would be walking down if He were here in flesh and blood.
As I see the end of my training in sight, I have begun to dread the holding pattern we have to maintain…. all there is left to do is be patient and wait until we are matched with the right person. We have no idea when we are going to get a call to meet with someone! I pray hard, and I pray often. I desperately hope it will be soon!