So, it turns out that waiting is actually really hard.
It’s easy for me to wax poetic about waiting in the season of Advent, and there is a lot of beauty there.
But I hate waiting.
I’m waiting for something good, something that I know will happen one way or another in the next couple of weeks, and I’m tearing my hair out. Waiting is harder when I don’t know if the thing I’m waiting for will ever happen, let alone when. Waiting is far harder when I’m waiting for something I’m not look forward to – waiting for the axe to fall, as they say. All things considered, I have it easy.
Living in limbo is uncomfortable at best, excruciating at worst. Sometimes it requires more of us than we feel we have to give, and yet we keep going, because there is no alternative.
For what are you waiting? Will you wait with me?