It seems like she was always waiting on God. Waiting for promises to be kept. Waiting for healing and restoration. Waiting for direction.
As many times over the years as she’d had to wait, she should have been good at it by now. And as many times over the years the waiting had been rewarded, she should have been at peace with it by now.
But still she struggled when faced with another wait. Like the one today.
She was thinking about it as she drove into her driveway. Wishing she didn’t have to wait, and feeling frustrated that she did.
Then she saw her dogs in the front window. They were sitting up on the sofa, looking out the window and waiting on her return. They were not frustrated. They were not angry. They were not depressed. They were just sitting and waiting, confident that she would return.
That’s how I going to wait, she thought. I will be like a dog in the window, watching expectantly no matter how long it takes!