1:00 a.m. waiting for what?

It's 1:00 a.m. again. I seem to find myself here often, waiting to go to bed, putting off tomorrow, not having quite squeezed enough out of today.

Christmas is looming large and is threatening to overshadow these weeks before. I'm not waiting for Christmas to come. I'm quite content with it being many days away and wishing there were more days of waiting. But waiting for what?

But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. Isaiah 40:31

Scholars don't believe anymore that the 8th century BCE prophet Isaiah actually wrote chapter 40, according to Wikipedia. But no matter who did, I love the idea of waiting bringing such strength as eagles' wings.

Waiting for rest right now at this time of the morning and for renewed strength. Waiting for a peaceful day during a turbulent time. Waiting to love and to allow being loved.

Whatever the Lord means to you, may your waiting give you wings of eagles.