A life's experience of waiting |
Waiting. I've waited quite some time. I wait for many things. Wait on many people. Many times it's all I do, I wait. I wait for the sun to come up. I wait for the day to reach its end; But within that time, I still find myself waiting. Waiting by the coffeemaker to drop its last drop, Waiting by the phone for that call back, I sit at each intersection fervently waiting for the color green. I wait my turn to be served my order of food. I find myself waiting for that special package to arrive to my doorstep. I even find myself continually peering outback, just waiting on my flowers to bloom. Even at the salon as they cut and style, I sit patiently, waiting. And at work, I wait for the hours to pass. Waiting is what I do. There's not a day, a task, a procedure that goes by that I don't find myself waiting. But why must I always be in a state of waiting? Why must I always be in a state of anticipation? Why can't I hold on to the moment that is? Perhaps the moment is not what is important And perhaps waiting is innate in us all, A God given ability To wait. To wait patiently. To wait patiently for His return. |