But the reality is still apparently. We are still waiting. Still seeking. Still praying.
We get closer...we've nearly perfected that routine. Closer and closer, still...not quite there. Within reach - nearly - but not attained.
Moments of hope and elation of thoughts (a call) to come followed by moments of slight despair (will the call ever come) followed still but the security found solely in faith.
Uncertainty and exhaustion remains.
So, heads bowed we share it, lift it all up to The One who understands the desires of our hearts. Who seeks nothing but the best for us. He, who knows.
And we continue to wait.
And, hands full with His word, we seek wisdom. Letters forming words, phrases to remind us of Sovereignty. Of hope. Of truth.
Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.
My voice You shall hear in the morning, O Lord; in the morning I will direct my prayer to You, and I will look up.