One late evening, I anxiously waited for my husband to arrive home. Because of the uncomfortableness brought about by my anticipation, I realized some things about a wait.
Anticipation can almost become a nuisance.
In this case, any train of thought or lapse into sleep was easily interrupted by every passing car that might be him. Anything that was going on with me was obviously not as important as his return. As more time lapsed, the active wait not only carried interruptions, but also a tension. I wondered if this is how a true wait looks. This must be true of Christians.