Waiting . . .

I count the days now by moments spent waiting . . . Waiting for morning, waiting for a bathroom, waiting for meals, waiting for therapy sessions, waiting for clean clothes, waiting for evening,  waiting for visitors, waiting for the night to bring sweet quiet and time with Him.

Mostly I’m waiting to go home and get back to work, waiting to be ‘normal’ again. The waiting is endless. But right now, I’m ok with that.

I pray to God—my life a prayer—
and wait for what he’ll say and do.
My life’s on the line before God, my Lord,
waiting and watching till morning,
waiting and watching till morning. (Psalm 130:5-6)

We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what they already have?  But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently. (Romans 8:22-25)

I am still confident of this:
I will see the goodness of the LORD
in the land of the living.

Wait for the LORD;
be strong and take heart
and wait for the LORD. (Psalm 27:13-14)


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