What are you waiting for?

What are you waiting for Lord? Is it me that is waiting or are You? I am holding up the process or are You? What are you waiting for? I waited patiently for the Lord, He inclined and heard my cry...Have you heard Lord? Have I been patient enough? Those who wait one the Lord will renew their strength, they will mount up on wings like eagles, they will run and not grow weary.... God I am waiting...I haven't any place to go and I am weary...Please hear my cry and answer me.
I am still waiting on the Rock in the middle of the raging river, waiting Lord, waiting for You to make the waters subside. Some days it seems that their is a change in the water, a slowing, a calming and a bit of sun peaking through the stormy sky, but then nothing happens, nothing changes and all things remain as before....standing between two points, with no place to make a move, or a decision. God we are standing on Your promises, and we are weary, and we are begging you to hear our prayers, our cries, our passionate pleas, and yes my begging that you would alter the course of this raging river and give us dry, solid and conclusive ground to stand on.
What are you waiting for? Is is me or is it You? Please Lord, could you say, times up? Could you call our name as we wait and tell us it is our turn? I am listening, but perhaps not hearing....I am straining my eyes to see a direction, but can't make anything out. Please strain Your eyes to see my tears of earnest prayer, and Your ears to hear my prayers....Oh God, what are you waiting for?

summer's coming

Dragging myself through the motion of teaching, yet hounding my children to be diligent till the end, makes me realize that either I am a hypocrite, or have forgotten that they are but children and tire as easily as I. How does one keep on keeping on, when the end is in sight, yet the end will not be reached even when all is officially said and done? How do I keep pressing on, knowing that once this page is turned, there is no sure thing on the next sheet of unwritten paper.
Does anyone really ever have a sure thing? Can we really ever know what tomorrow will bring? Does looking forward to summer make sense if summer may never come, or summer may be a scorching draught with no end in sight, or shade to cool one's life?
What is hope, if it isn't waiting for what is to come tomorrow, that may improve upon today. What is pressing on, if one doesn't have hope in something?
Summer is coming and perhaps with it, a change in the season of my life. Yet if not, how do I press on for Fall or Winter...or Spring of next year? How does anyone press on? Summer is coming, and with it the hope of change....