We had come home from a family breakfast out.
Courtney had returned to the dining room table (to the left of the door) to continue studying.
Carl and I were around the corner to the right in our bedroom.
As I ventured into the hall, this was the scene my eyes landed upon.
I snapped a picture and Courtney took one from behind (tee hee).
I could ask you to caption this photo and see what humor you could surmise from the image.
But for our family, this picture defines our dog Hazel.
She is a faithful wait-er.
To the left of the hallway is another door leading to the kitchen.
Regularly any numbers of doors are closed without Hazel gaining access quickly enough.
So she will wait.
She will wait often with nose pressed to the glass or paws pushed under the expanse of the door and into the land of her owners.
She waits for an open door and the appearance of her masters.
Then comes the joy.
This is the first week of Advent and the words most often associated with it are waiting, hope and anticipation.
The devotional I am reading, uses the word anticipation.
The first day the author encourages spending time simply pondering the word.
What does anticipation mean to you?
For me, I found that it evoked a positive feeling leading to hope.
Yet it can also be filled with a sense of dread as if you are bracing yourself against a potential outcome.
Waiting is a part of our daily lives whether it is a traffic light, a grocery line or even wishing our computer would load quicker.
We are waiting to be married, to have children, buy a house, to nab a
great job or a long-awaited promotion.
We wait for test results and whether treatment was successful.
If we are honest, no one wants or likes to wait.
Children want Christmas gifts now (maybe some adults too) and
most of us want to know the end of the story we are walking out page
by page sooner than later.
I can think back to a particularly dark time in our family’s life.
How desperately I wanted to wake up and find that it was finally
If it wasn’t finished then surely we had reached the threshold and it
wouldn’t get any harder or worse.
I think even routine busyness , I sometimes just want to wish away.
I am not very patient.
I want to be done with the waiting part.
I want to get to the good part, the part with the giant red bow
adorning a box called completion.
What I have come to know is I don’t wait alone.
God is right there waiting with me.
He is fortifying me with strength to endure fresh or prolonged
When I remember this, I wait differently, not attempting to sketch out
my preferred future scenario.
I wait with hope for today and leave tomorrow firmly in the future.
I wait with my eyes directed towards my Master and not on my
Otherwise, I might miss the open door and the appearance of my
Oh the joy!
Whatever you are waiting for today, He is waiting by your side.
This Advent time is all about remembering that Jesus became
flesh to provide the open door to the Father, to freedom, to life,
Be a faithful wait-er.
All around us we observe a pregnant creation.
The difficult times of pain throughout the world are simply birth pangs.
But it’s not only around us; it’s within us.
The Spirit of God is arousing us within.
We’re also feeling the birth pangs.
These sterile and barren bodies of ours are yearning for full deliverance.
That is why waiting does not diminish us, any more than waiting diminishes a pregnant mother.
We are enlarged in the waiting.
We, of course, don’t see what is enlarging us.
But the longer we wait, the larger we become, and the more joyful our expectancy.
Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting,
God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along.
If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter.
He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans.
He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition,
and keeps us present before God.
That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good.
Romans 8: 22-28 (The Message)