Thinking about waiting this morning. First Sunday of Advent. Esperar. Esperando. Thinking about Mary preparing for Jesus, sore back and tired feet 36 weeks pregnant. Couldn't have been fun. Especially gearing up for the donkey ride. And yet, she had to be thrilled to be having her first baby. Full of anticipation, a little nervous, psyched to see those tiny toes and pursed lips. Waiting.
And I'm waiting. Waiting for the next Big Thing. Waiting for the plane ride, the meeting up with Laura, the joyous reunions, the new folks I'll meet and hang out with. And here in the warm basement of Bud and Sue, I'm waiting now. Waiting for work tonight (and 8 more shifts). Waiting for fun times with my pals in the next two weeks, a day in Philly, the Eby and Umble Christmas dinners, small group, Christmas tours, board meetings, nights out at the Whip, church committee meetings, a King of Prussia shopping day, our family photos to arrive, my fantasy football team to pull it together- all kinds of stuff.
I'm waiting for Jesus. I'm wondering how He's going to show up in my life today, tonight, tomorrow. I'm trying to grab that hope and really intentionally LIVE it. I was trying to speak today in church about waiting for him, expectantly HOPING in Him. Don't know that it came across how I was feeling it. Noone actually digs waiting for the most part, especially waiting in line. I myself am horrible at it.
But I'm feeling peaceful today about waiting IN Him, waiting FOR Him, waiting ON Him.
Today. We'll see about tomorrow. I keep humming that John Mayer song "waiting on the world to change". He's such a cad but I dig the song. I don't know that I see our world really changing, at least for the good. But I'm hanging in there, I'm hanging my hopes....on the Changer- Of-Hearts.
Esperando. Esperando.
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