Advent morning, dark, quiet and I hear my wife’s alarm in the back of our home calling her from sleep to prayers. Advent has begun but I do not feel Him. It has been a long wait, longer than any of us “believers” ever imagined. I understand waiting, waiting for births of loved ones who even now grow inside our precious Allison, waiting for the inevitable death of loved ones even when they are 68 or 99 and death seems so inappropriate, waiting for diagnosis, waiting for success, waiting for a boyfriend, waiting on a women, waiting, waiting, waiting. Waiting over a long period of time can become ignoring and over a very long period can become apathy. I guess that is what I feel this morning, yes He is coming but not likely anytime soon. What I need is not to renew my commitment to waiting but to longing, longing for Christ to come to me, daily, in my waiting. Waiting for the Lord with the faith of His coming gives me daily and often moment by moment reason for being; being like Him in the neighborhood I am in. Come, Lord Jesus, come to me so I might be renewed to come, as You, to my neighbors. Please come, Lord, please.
“But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.” Isaiah 40:31
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