I find that a lot of my time is spent waiting. I wait for payday so that I can pay all of the bills immediately, buy all of the groceries, and take an inventory of clothes that still fit. The race is on! Within three days, the bills are paid, the groceries are purchased, all the clothes still fit since the last growth spurt. BOOM! Nailed it! Not my personal best, but not bad. My personal best was two and a half hours, but I was much younger then. Now, all there is left to do it wait until the next payday to do it all over again.
I wait for morning to come. It is like God's do-over. If I am less than productive one day, the morning gives me a second chance to get it right. I wait for mid-day to come. Lunch is by far the most fun of all of my meals. It is the time when my kids are all awake and eager to tell me about their hopes and dreams. I wait for evening to come. My husband comes home from work, and we have a meal together as a family. I wait for night to come. I put the children to bed, I pray with them, tell them stories, and sing them lullabies.
Ultimately, I am waiting for Jesus. I am waiting His love. I am waiting for His coming and making everything new. It is not a conscious waiting, but it is always there just beneath the surface.
For behold, I am about to create new heavens and a new earth. The past will not be remembered or ever again called to mind. Rather, rejoice and be filled with delight forever at what I am creating; for I am about to create Jerusalem as a delight and her people as a cause of joy. I will take delight in Jerusalem and rejoice in my people. Isa 65: 17-19