December 19, 2012
We are a world of waiting people.
Waiting for the bus.
Waiting for the next available teller.
Waiting for them to find a cure.
Waiting for the light to turn green.
And we are not a patient people.
We tap our feet
fumble with our keys
and roll our eyes
to hurry you along
because on the other side of this wait
is more waiting to be had.
There is another line
another train to catch.
And in this quiet morning moment
we have had
Enough days unsatisfied
Enough with the waiting for the next better
Our longings are of a different breed
we wait because we do not know what else to do.
We’re waiting for You.
And no amount of foot tapping
or eye rolling
will quicken Your steps.
We’re just waiting.
Would You please come soon?
Hi, friend. I'm Amy. Mostly, I’m just another twenty-something trying to figure out the stuff of life. I am a nerdy seminary student who loves the smell of old books and early mornings in the library. I am an artist wanabee, a liberal to the conservative and conservative to the liberal, guilty social justice groupie, and a recovering Bible know-it-all with the unreal ability to put my foot in my mouth an astonishing number of times each day. I am a sister to eight of the most hysterical creatures ever created. Good theology, used book stores, and autumn make me giddy. I preach passionately, think deeply, and ask too many questions. I write prayers, poetry and prose. I write about preaching bad and good, gender roles in the Church, the sacraments, stupid things we do on Sunday, politics, and almost everything else that you are not supposed to discuss in polite company. I also blog at oneyellowbird.blogspot.com. Welcome to the journey.
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