Saturday, April 1
by Brenda McHenry
My soul waits for the Lord,
more than watchmen for the morning,
more than watchmen for the morning.
Waiting is hard—or boring—or anticipatory—or depressing—or a combination of these and maybe more. Waiting requires hope. Otherwise, there’s no point—if it can’t happen, it’s not worth waiting for.
If you have ever waited for news, you are hoping for a desired outcome. If as a parent, you’ve waited for your teenager to arrive home when she’s beyond her curfew, you were hoping for her arrival, along with many other emotions. At this moment, my dog waits in the easy chair for me to come back and sit with him.
We “can’t wait” for many things— the phone to ring, this day to end, to see a friend. But we do wait. What other choice is there? We often have assurance it will come. Our hope is sure.
A soul waits for the Lord. The waiting is difficult, just like the watchman who longs for the end of the night. It’s so hard that it’s worth repeating. But God has mercy and forgives, and all our sins will be redeemed.