Waiting With Hope

Well, it's April 2020, and the month ahead stands to look like the majority of March: we're all primarily at home, self-isolated. We are living in a pandemic, and as of today almost 1.7 million people have been infected and over one hundred thousand people have died globally from the Coronavirus. And we wait.

We wait to see if it will come into our household. If the random coughs we have are the signs of our bodies fighting the infection already.

We wait for the spread to slow. We wait for the curve to flatten, for life to return to "normal," to once again be able to see friends face to face and hug them. We wait to see family and hold them close. We wait to sit in restaurants, to peruse stores, to not have to disinfect everything.

We wait.

But in this household, we wait with hope, knowing that we will celebrate Easter apart from family and the church body for the first time in this life.

We wait with hope and expectation, even though we will be self-isolated for the next month and perhaps indefinitely.

We wait with hope as this virus brings us together in ways it could not keep us apart.

We wait with hope knowing that this world is passing away, but our spirits are being renewed day by day.

We wait with hope knowing that this world is not our home, and there are far greater things ahead than any we would leave behind.

We wait with hope knowing that Jesus is with us, and as sure as he defeated death and the grave, he will defeat this virus one day.

We wait with hope knowing that our heavenly Father has the whole world in his hands.

We wait with hope knowing that we are secure in his hands.

And so we wait... but we wait as those with great hope.