The weather has been wonderful lately, and I am not being sarcastic. The way the sky has a certain grey cast. The way the ice coats the roads. The way my breath curls up in the frigid air. People drive and move in slow motion, taking caution in the icy landscape. It is a mysterious atmosphere. I feel as though the Earth is on the brink of something; something big. This scene causes all of creation to lean in with suspicion.
Sometimes I feel like I’m caught up in waiting. Waiting… for the next exciting event in my life, something unexpected to happen, or a sudden new understanding. Mainly, I feel like I’m waiting on God. I feel like He is leaning over the balcony of Heaven, just about ready to come down. Sometimes a feeling of such great anticipation comes over me that I stop what I am preoccupied with and just expect. I feel like I am hedged in with difficulties all around me. I know that is where God wants me, but I cannot help but feel a bit helpless at times. Days have come and gone when I thought I was falling apart. At certain moments I just want to break down. I know, though, that I’m not going to fall apart, and I’m not going to break down, because He is holding me together. He brings me to the wilderness so I will learn to sing, and He lets me know my barrenness so I will learn to lean. Leaning, and waiting, for Him. Waiting is not a simple task, but I will be faithful as I wait.
So waiting I will be, when my King returns for me. I’ll be here, observing the beauty and the mystery around me. I’ll be here, faithful until the end.
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