we wait.

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Each morning when I open my eyes from prayer or look up from the Word that sits on my studio desk,  I see the same thing. Every morning she alone waits. The others go about their sheeplike ways. Not her. She stares and knows my routine. She knows the beat of worship means I will be near but not yet… but soon. The others could do the same. But they don’t. Just her. Maybe the others know that I will eventually arrive… or maybe they are just thinking about their sheep things and not about my ways. But she knows my ways. Every morning is the same…. She waits and she isn’t moving until I arrive. Every morning is the same… I am not going to arrive until He arrives… and I wait. We wait.

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