A part of being human is our ability to forecast.
We take a few variables and project potential outcomes.
This can be incredibly useful but can also be incredibly maddening.
There are innumerable options in front of us.
There are an infinite number of ways this plays out.
But we aren’t there yet.
It hasn’t played out.
We are watchmen and watchwomen.
With tired eyes we keep looking.
Longing for the first bit of light to cut through the night.
It’s been dark for a long time, but morning is coming.
So we wait.
My soul waits for the Lord
More than the watchmen for the morning;
Indeed, more than the watchmen for the morning. – Psalm 130:6