I never thought I’d say this, but I miss going in to work on a Monday. I almost miss getting up at 5 am to face the 27 mile trek to Donelson. I absolutely miss seeing all the people every day and drinking the coffee and telling the jokes. I even miss the parts of my job that I thought were the worst.

I know something better’s coming, but I’m not all that great at waiting. As much as I like to think I am a mostly calm individual with a low stress level most of the time, I am not. I can stress with the best sometimes.

But I keep praying “Lord, I don’t know what to do, but my eyes are on You.”

I think it’s from Josiah when he was facing a challenging situation from invading armies. The odds were not in their favor, so they cried out to the Lord. The people of God were not by and large faithful to God and probably didn’t have the right to expect God’s favor, but still they got it.

So that’s my hope. God will show up. Not when I think He should, but when He knows the time is right. Not according to my timetable, but according to His perfect plan.