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We wait in lines, at work, at school, in traffic.

Always waiting, our vaporous time on
this earth dictated by clocks, buzzers, lights, ringing.



Life around us constantly flowing, everyone about
their business, everyone running and waiting.

Isaiah waited for a Savior while preaching of His majesty, His healing.
David waited as he sang psalms and adored the one he had not seen with fleshly eyes.
They knew the promise. The Messiah was coming.

We celebrate the Advent, this season of anticipation, and we imagine that we are tending sheep in cold silence, wondering about the star in the east, wondering when this promise will walk among us.

The Word, which always was, took on flesh, flesh that laughed and cried, flesh that needed food and water, flesh that felt cold and heat.
Flesh that awoke, worked, rested, slept.
Flesh that walked among us.
Divine flesh that died for our redemption.



Two thousand years later, we wait. We know the promise.
The Messiah is coming. Not as a baby with human flesh, but as the King of Glory.
The King who will destroy death and darkness, and will reign forever and ever.

Still, longing, we wait.

Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed. Isaiah 53:4-5
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  1. Lisa notes...December 9, 2009 at 4:56 PM

    "Still, longing, we wait." Beautifully worded.

    Sometimes waiting takes forever, then sometimes the time goes by in a flash. God has perfect timing; I'm glad we can trust him with our waiting.

    Blessings,
    Lisa

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  2. NutmegDecember 9, 2009 at 11:15 PM

    I find that with the home-going of my little girl, this waiting seems so very long. Someday it will seem a blink of the eye, but while we wait, it seems endless.

    Beautiful post!
    Amy

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  3. Faith, Folklore, and FriendsDecember 14, 2009 at 3:28 PM

    Lisa, I think all of us struggle with God's timing sometimes, but remember He is always in control. Thanks and Blessings!

    Amy, God bless you as you struggle with your loss. Its amazing how a year can fly by, but an hour can sometimes be endless! Thanks for reading my blog. Blessings!

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