Dear Lord,
How many times, O Lord, do I have to say, Come, Lord Jesus?
How many times do I have to cry out?
How many times do I have wonder if this season, this waiting, makes any difference?
I’m waiting.
I’m praying.
I’m hoping.
I’m longing.
All for you.
For your peace.
Your presence.
Your light to outshine the darkness.
I wait. And I wonder.
Come, Lord Jesus.
I light candles.
I sing songs.
I decorate and prepare.
I welcome my neighbor.
I care for others.
I give my time.
I offer a smile.
I wait. And I wonder.
Come, Lord, Jesus.
But I’m tired of waiting.
Of wanting peace.
Of wishing for justice.
Of longing for an end to violence.
I’m tired of waiting.
Just come, Lord, Jesus.
Now.
I’m ready.
I’m hopeful.
I’m in need.
I’m desperate.
I’m longing.
I wait. And I wonder.
Come, Lord Jesus.
What else can I do?
How else can I usher in your peace?
How can I love more deeply?
How can I wait more attentively?
I wait. And I wonder.
Yet, I’m tired.
I’m ready for you, Lord.
For a baby.
For the light to shine.
For your love.
I’m tired.
Yet hopeful.
For this waiting is just the beginning.
A beginning of love coming down.
To us.
For us.
And with us.
What else is there to do?
But to say, Come, Lord Jesus.
And wait.
And know that you will come.
Amen.
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Kimberly Knowle-Zeller is an ordained ELCA pastor, mother of two, and spouse of an ELCA pastor. She lives with her family in Cole Camp, MO. Her website is http://www.kimberlyknowlezeller.com