December 3
It is very odd to be thinking about something that is a part of my day nearly every day, so much so that I don’t even give it a second thought. I am actually having difficulty coming up with a story of waiting that everyone reading this has not already experienced.
If I were a writer, you could say I was suffering from writer’s block. I am not a writer so I guess you might say that I lack an idea. Yet, I recognize that God has been with me every step of the way, even as I struggle to put my thoughts into words. And given the turmoil that has surrounded my family these days, I am amazed that I still believe He is even in the same area code.
As I wait in traffic on an almost daily basis, as I wait for a response to an email from a coworker, as I work and wait as another deadline approaches, as I wait for a phone call that never happens telling me that everything is OK and all is forgiven, as I wait for news from a friend about her husband, who has been in my prayers for weeks, I know that God is with me. Without His love and presence in my life, the waiting would be more than I could bear.
When I lead Adult Formation sessions, I often hear the same two questions from those attending: where are the miracles that seemed to happen so regularly in the stories of waiting we hear in the Bible? Why do we not see them more today? I have learned in the course of waiting and preparation that miracles do happen, through and by the grace of God.
He shows us miracles and Himself in the change of seasons. His beauty is in the sunflowers and butterfly bush that continue to blossom even as the days grow shorter. He is in the faces of my grandchildren as they run to greet me, such are the miracles that He affords me the privilege of experiencing. You see and can experience so much, if you but anticipate and prepare for His presence in every new moment when we find ourselves waiting.
As we wait for the miracle of all miracles in the birth of His dear Son, Jesus Christ, may we develop an awareness of how God is with us in the daily waiting, and be prepared to recognize the daily miracles that those who magnify His love in their daily lives offer so freely.
Patricia Leonard
If I were a writer, you could say I was suffering from writer’s block. I am not a writer so I guess you might say that I lack an idea. Yet, I recognize that God has been with me every step of the way, even as I struggle to put my thoughts into words. And given the turmoil that has surrounded my family these days, I am amazed that I still believe He is even in the same area code.
As I wait in traffic on an almost daily basis, as I wait for a response to an email from a coworker, as I work and wait as another deadline approaches, as I wait for a phone call that never happens telling me that everything is OK and all is forgiven, as I wait for news from a friend about her husband, who has been in my prayers for weeks, I know that God is with me. Without His love and presence in my life, the waiting would be more than I could bear.
When I lead Adult Formation sessions, I often hear the same two questions from those attending: where are the miracles that seemed to happen so regularly in the stories of waiting we hear in the Bible? Why do we not see them more today? I have learned in the course of waiting and preparation that miracles do happen, through and by the grace of God.
He shows us miracles and Himself in the change of seasons. His beauty is in the sunflowers and butterfly bush that continue to blossom even as the days grow shorter. He is in the faces of my grandchildren as they run to greet me, such are the miracles that He affords me the privilege of experiencing. You see and can experience so much, if you but anticipate and prepare for His presence in every new moment when we find ourselves waiting.
As we wait for the miracle of all miracles in the birth of His dear Son, Jesus Christ, may we develop an awareness of how God is with us in the daily waiting, and be prepared to recognize the daily miracles that those who magnify His love in their daily lives offer so freely.
Patricia Leonard