Day 46 — Wait
Wait is one of those words that has a very specific connotation for me. It’s a word that brings both anxiety and joy to mind. Giving birth…
Waiting for Brandon to be born after six years of trying to get pregnant and a couple miscarriages was such a joy. Once we were past the four-month mark and were able to relax, I could finally begin to look forward to the promise of that little boy, to plan, to decorate the nursery…
Waiting for Stefanie Kavitha to be “born” came with its OWN set of anxieties. The worst being when we had to advertise her for adoption in India for a month before we could move ahead with our paperwork. THAT waiting, though it was only a month, seemed endless in comparison to Bran’s birth.
As I sit here this morning thinking about last night’s Good Friday service, how everything was done with so much silence, how the sanctuary was stripped of all it’s decorations, how the lights were turned out one by one so we just sat in the darkness, I get a sense of how interminable the waiting must have been for Jesus’ followers huddled in that upper room after his crucifixion.
I’m thinking they didn’t even really KNOW what they were waiting for — for all of their group to turn up after they had been scattered? For a safe time to get out of Jerusalem? To be arrested themselves? The women were waiting for the Sabbath to be over so they could go anoint the body. I would bet you dollars to donuts they weren’t waiting for Jesus to be resurrected. Honestly, I don’t think they had a clue. No matter how many times Jesus tried to tell them, ESPECIALLY at the seder meal the night before, they were just too much in the dark to get it.
In the end, waiting can be a horribly stressful time or one of great anticipation. We certainly experienced both in our family while we were waiting to give birth. When it comes to my faith, all I can say is I’m sure glad I know the rest of the story and I don’t have to WAIT for the ending to be written.
Time is too slow for those who WAIT,
too swift for those who fear,
too long for those who grieve,
too short for those who rejoice,
but for those who love,
time is eternity.
Henry Van Dyke
Picture Credit: expecting twins — blogs.babycenter.com