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"Wait. Don't move. I think I heard something..."
Some kinds of waiting I like - the delightful anticipation of a letter or package's arrival, the excitement preceding a special occasion, that sort of thing. Every nerve alight and straining toward the hoped-for point.
And then there's the other kind of waiting... the tortuous sluggishness of Time as I trudge through a darkened valley (as contrasted with the flight of a sunny and joyous afternoon) and the numbing fog that blurs the memory of hope (can you tell we're in the "sleepless newborn stage" at the moment?)
But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint. [Isaiah 40:31] And that's a promise I'm holding onto, even when my grip on hope slips a little.