Right between 5:15 and 5:20 the little
bell rings; ding,ding—ding ding—ding ding ding! Then there
is a little squeal that comes from the other direction of the hall.
Laughter and greetings ensues, and the joy from both parties is
almost palpable.
I smile when I hear it. As I listen to
their laughter and delight, I remember when I was young, how I loved
waiting for my dad to come home too. I would prepare by sitting in a
place where I could see my daddy approaching from as far away as possible while I did homework or drew
pictures, and I would work while I waited. But when I saw him
approach I would jump up and race after him and give as big of a hug
as I could. Sometimes it turned to a bit of a game as he would try
to dodge the full force of the hug which would allow for a little bit
of tag and end in even more laughter. Sometimes I want to peek out
the window and watch the fun that goes along with the words I hear.
This is a sure thing, every night. As I
listen to their greetings while we are in prayer, I think about the
awareness that the Father has that the ringing of the bell will
produce the desired reaction from the one who is expectantly
waiting—sure of what will come and attune to the signs that the
Father is near. This compels me to pray and be alert all the more,
desiring to be aware of the season and the time that approaches for
great Joy.
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