Come Anticipating
This may sound like a sad confession, but sometimes the highlight of a housewife’s daily routine is the anticipation of a long-awaited package. It’s surprising how an entire day’s agenda can revolve around the delivery of that box. Often, the only tracking information you get is a vague promise that it will arrive "By End of Day." You know the package is certainly coming, but the uncertainty about whether it will arrive in the morning, afternoon, or even late at night can drive you insane. The most annoying is when a signature is required. I find myself entertaining the silliest mental debate: do I risk a quick run to the grocery store and possibly miss the deliveryman, or do I stay home and keep waiting? I end up keeping a close watch from the living room window, always sneaking glances for any sign of a delivery truck. The anticipation is so real. I realized that this same kind of eager anticipation should carry over into our quiet moments with God. When I sit in stilln...
