Every day, he waits.
When the other second graders pack up their backpacks and put on their coats and wait impatiently to be picked up at the end of the day, he does, too.
Except most days, he doesn't get picked up right when school is out. Since his parents both work, he goes to the After Care program-- three or four of my students do. Maybe once a week this boy gets picked up right at the end of the day.
But every day, he puts his coat on and waits expectantly.
"Miss DeVries-- have you seen my dad yet?" He exclaims, a grin plastered on his face.
"No, but you'll be the first one I tell when I see him coming," I confide.
"Are you sure you haven't seen him yet?" He presses, after a few minutes.
"Okay," he says, some days he turns away saddened, but most days he bounces exuberantly back to his seat.
Every day he waits expectantly, prepared.
If it were me, I'd probably not put the coat on. We have heat in the building, after all, and it's got to get hot and stuffy sitting there wearing a winter coat for fifteen minutes or more.
And that's the problem. I tend to have that approach to my spiritual life, too.
Don't get tired of waiting on the Lord, brothers and sisters. Wait upon the Lord, even when it seems like he's not going to show up.
Because, I've got to tell you, the days I shake my head at him sadly and wonder when he'll give up-- those are the days his dad picks him up right at the end of the day, and that little boy's face lights up as he rushes out, calling 'Daddy! You came! I knew you'd come!".
Have confidence in our God, wait upon the Lord, and let yourself be delighted when he shows up.
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