I remember as a child how I looked forward to Christmas morning with great anticipation. I wanted to get to bed early in hopes that Christmas morning would quickly come. With maturity came the knowledge that there was no jolly old st nick dropping off Christmas presents. Nevertheless, I have found that my life still consists of waiting. Yet the waiting is not always accompanied by joyful anticipation but fretful concern and there are often no predetermined eves that I can pinpoint on the calendar for the promises and desires of my heart I long to see fulfilled.
I want to wait in hope rather than fear and dread.
I want to wait in peace rather than plagued by the poor-pitiful-me-blues.
I want to wait in power rather than just barely making it through the day.
I want to wait in confidence rather than full of complaints.
I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits,
and in his word I put my hope.
I wait for the Lord
more than watchmen wait for the morning,
more than watchmen wait for the morning. Psalms 130:5-6(NIV)