what is it to wait?
we all have to do it at one time or another.
and instead of filling our time of waiting, with hope and praise and trust.
we fill it with uncertainty, fear, and entitlement.
i'm guilty, i'm feeling that right now. i am waiting for something, and its not coming.
and i've had times when i feel bullied, tortured, disturbed.
but what if we're growing because of our waiting?
what if there IS a reason for it.
and what if this world really isn't our true home in the first place?
anyways, my church is holding a forum on the subject in a couple of weeks.
i'm really looking forward.
if you're in PDX, come on down.
oh and i got to do a little artwork for them at the top :)