The nature of expectation for the inner me is like a storm-tossed sea.
I see the rising of a great tide of unknown
and the crashing to shore of its waves
and as soon as hope rises
it may quickly fall away.
I expect high and full to be stretched and pulled
in every windy direction of the things
that keep coming
this life so beyond my control.
I see and believe that in all of it
there is a pearl in some
tossed about oyster
a pearl of great price.
It is for this pearl that I have come
on this journey far away from
what is home.
I cling to the expectation that that
has not the potential to disappoint.
For He is the object of the vision
it is the seeing Him more clearly
and needing Him more dearly
that is the clarifying expectation
that this heart awaits.
And so amidst a storm-tossed sea
of thoughts of how this all can go
language, driving, schooling for kids,
ministry in a foreign land,
sometimes I am full of the expectation of
success and then
almost immediately, it seems,
I am flushed out and depleted
to the reality that it's all quite hard.
But the expectation of a sure and true
Savior who is always the prize
always the vision
always the way
to walk this long road Home…
the road that spans the world over
and beckons all of the Redeemed…
this is what remains.