For whom do you wait expectantly?
Your kids? Your husband? A long-awaited visit from loved ones?
Growing up I can remember waiting expectantly for the NJ cousins to arrive for Christmas at our farm in VT. I would fly to the window every time I thought I heard a car coming up the drive! Anticipation would build until, finally, their station wagon would pull in!
Immediately the fear would set in, even as I raced down the stairs and out the door to greet them. Would they still like me? Would the girls still want to play with Barbies? But then they would pile out of the car and we'd grin at each other and the fun would begin!
These intense emotions from my childhood are but a glimmer of what it will be like to meet Jesus. No comparison really but they are all I have.
Today, when the door opens, who do I expect to see? My husband, of course. Yet my soul longs for Jesus. I anticipate His coming and long for His return.
Do we do this naturally? I don't think so. It's a discipline learned and born within us as we read His word and draw closer into a relationship with Him. The anticipation grows as our love for Him grows.
"I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in His word I do hope."
And then, when He finally does appear, I think I will be struck dumb with fear! If only for a moment. Will He welcome me? Dare I approach HIM?
And then I will run, fly even, into His outstretched arms. Because... to whom shall I go? You, Lord, have the words of eternal life.
"Surely, I am coming quickly." Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus!
Shalom,
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