Waiting

 

I have never enjoyed waiting. These days, all indications that something ordered online will be shipped fast are basically spurious. Items ordered  may linger in transit within a few miles of your location, and the item sits waiting to be "processed" when it could be turned over to the person who ordered the item.

Medical  items are no different. It still takes 10 days when it should be deliverable in two days at most, given that the addressee lives within the city limits.

Waiting for the "chastisement" is similar. The only way to deal with its approach is to be longing in the heart of your being with all you've got, for the Lord Our God. There is no comfort in any earthly thing.

To desire anything less is just a disappointment.

Nevertheless, He sees to it we receive small joys that can tid us over. Jesus, in the Garden of Gethsemane, had the angels to encourage Him.

What He lacked, the Father gave Him so He could say His "Yes", for our sake. It leaves us with the obligation to say yes to Him, if He asks.

And if we reflect, He has said "Yes" to us all our lives, even when it was most obvious we didn't deserve it.

So I let the pain wash over me, and crash over me like a might wave; for His sake, and for the sake of sinners, it is over and I persist.

The thought of other generous souls saying "Yes" to Jesus is a consolation.