watching, anticipating ,biding out time, its an active rest,waiting like a cat content to sleep most of the day yet with an eye that opened at a first rustling.
such can be our pleasant moments, if we`ll see it, often we don`t.
but life cant happen all at once. many things must live up in time and space for our next activity to be prepared and us to prepared for it.
so in between, we wait. as does our father, ever patient, waiting…. for the prodigal`s return, the completion of time or for us to notice he there.