She stares out across the darkness, beyond the horizon; she is expectant, wishful, hopeful. She searches for what she cannot see and hopes for what she does not fully know.
And yet she waits.
This eager expectation is woven into her very being as though hope and faith bore her in love. At the core of who she is lies a deep, unforgotten desire that only grows stronger with time. Like the lingering notes of a dream, ethereal memories dance in her mind and awaken her soul. Something-long-forgotten and something-yet-to-come create a bittersweet and wistful ache within.
And so she waits.
The first ray of sun kisses the morning clouds and stretches out across the sky; the gentle warmth embraces her heart and re-kindles the fire of hope. She closes her eyes and breathes it in, savoring the timeless moment as the sunbeams dance and glow across her cheeks. Here before the world begins she feels at peace, she feels content. She feels home.
And she waits.
The great light in the sky continues to rise, coloring creation with vibrant hues, offering life to all living things below. She watches as the world is transformed before her eyes, reveling in the majestic display of light. To her, this is the very manifestation of her hope; she anticipates the glorious entry of the sun each day, knowing that it will rise again even when it cannot be seen.
And He smiles.
Here, soaking in His marvelous light, she knows this is why she waits. It is only in His magnificent presence that she longs to be forever.
“But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for his own possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light.” – 1 Peter 2:9