{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Girl to Girl","provider_url":"https:\/\/staceypardoe.com\/BekahPardoe","author_name":"Bekah Pardoe","author_url":"https:\/\/staceypardoe.com\/BekahPardoe\/author\/bekah\/","title":"Sometimes Waiting Is Better - Girl to Girl","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"GwDQCQb5Lp\"><a href=\"https:\/\/staceypardoe.com\/BekahPardoe\/sometimes-waiting-is-better\/\">Sometimes Waiting Is Better<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/staceypardoe.com\/BekahPardoe\/sometimes-waiting-is-better\/embed\/#?secret=GwDQCQb5Lp\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Sometimes Waiting Is Better&#8221; &#8212; Girl to Girl\" data-secret=\"GwDQCQb5Lp\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/staceypardoe.com\/BekahPardoe\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","thumbnail_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/staceypardoe.com\/BekahPardoe\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/20210326_170057-1-1-rotated-e1617027815199.jpg?fit=1000%2C923&ssl=1","thumbnail_width":1000,"thumbnail_height":923,"description":"Sometimes you want something right away but you appreciate it more when you wait. That&#8217;s the lesson I have been learning lately. Let me tell you the story. I have been wanting to raise turkeys for a long time.\u00a0 Dad said we needed to do a few things to get ready for them first. He said we should patch up the holes in the old, empty chicken coup first. So, I asked him EVERY SINGLE DAY if we could patch up the chicken coup. About a week later, he FINALLY said yes! I was soooooo excited! After he was done, he said we could go if the store was open! Guess what? It was! He called the store, but they were all out of baby turkeys! It crushed my heart. I almost cried. I was so excited to play with baby turkeys until all my hopes and dreams were crushed. So, I waited a VERY long half-a week. Thursday night when Dad got home he called, \u201cBEKAH!\u201d\u00a0 I ran outside. He was quiet. Then I heard a peep! Peep! Peep! I squealed! We took the peeps down to the chicken coup!\u00a0 Then I realized with all this waiting, it just made me so much more excited than I was when he first mentioned it. It got me more prepared. And more excited.\u00a0 Sometimes God asks us to wait in life.\u00a0 But his plans are always better than ours.\u00a0 We can trust him when we have to wait for his perfect timing. I hope you learned from my lesson that waiting is sometimes God&#8217;s best plan!"}