There’s a song about heaven I’ve been listening to these days. The lyrics talk of meeting in the middle, welcoming Christ home, and about our wait.
I know this wait.
A few years ago a friend of mine liked a girl but she was undecided. It was the sort of elephant in the room we didn’t talk about when it was the three of us together. So I was surprised one day when we were sitting in a room together and he said something like, “It’s just hard, you know, the wait.” Two pairs of eyes jolted to his and awkwardness fell heavy. “The wait?” I asked. “Yeah, the wait,” he said. “The wait for what?” I asked, hoping he was talking about the wait for ice cream or the end of winter or the Patriot’s next win.