....is, well, it's really long.
Or, at least it seems that way.
Waiting is always seemingly, impossibly, long.
It's been 6 months, and still here we are.
Waiting. Wondering. Hoping. Praying. Waiting.
It seems like we've been standing here in this long line, that is never ending, just waiting for our turn.
Seeing people cut in line, right in front of us. It's not fair. It doesn't seem fair. We're being patient. We're trying to be patient. We're waiting.
So sometimes we pout, and we cry, and
in amongst the tears we talk and we laugh, we give hugs that we embrace in longer than we used to. We tell each other we love the other, more often than we used to. We notice the little things that the other person does, and we appreciate it more than we used to. We are growing together, in You, and learning more about You than we used to.
And through all this we still wait.
We are more hopeful now than we used to be, because you have shown us this hope in so many ways in the past 6 months. You have poured out your blessings on us, and provided for us and sent us love through people and your Word, and
reminders of your faithfulness spring up and bloom all around us.
But we want it too. We long for it. You promised us the desires of our heart. We know you want to give us those things, because those things are the things that you desire for us in our lives, for us, and we know you will give us these things, because that is your promise.
You've never broken your promise. And I know you won't break it now either.
Because you know I am waiting.
You know we are waiting.
And, You know what we are waiting for.
We give it to you.
We trust you.
We love you.
We praise you.
We thank you.
