In the midst of waiting, lies anticipation. Anticipation, longing, is what fills that space of time between now and then. Between here and there. Beginning and ending. To experience it fully, anticipation must be handled with patience. Patience is nothing more than the act of being willing to suffer something, such as time, in expectation of something or someone good. I heard a priest, Fr. Kauth, explain this process as music. Other arts have a tangible result, such as a painting or a statue. But with music, we can’t hold on to each note, tempo, or beat the same way. Each note happens for a moment and there is silence in between. Like an interaction with God, a consolation, and then we feel Him pull back, and longing fills in that space until He comes close again...until the next note is played. Even if we try to grasp it, by playing the song again, or holding down a key on a keyboard, we can’t really keep it the way it was. It flows with time, the enchantment is in each moment, and only that moment, when the perfect chord is struck or note is sung. And it reaches the height of beauty by the space in between, when we were longing for the exact note that came, even when we weren’t sure what it would be. Do we truly want to experience Him? Then we must fill the longing space with anticipation for Him. Anything else that must be done now, must be done for Him and with Him and through Him. Notice, be aware, pay attention. Wait and watch, as Scripture says. Because when the music is merely playing in the background, the perfect chords don’t take our breath away. And this one... the song that is playing right now and building its crescendo... its perfection is only experienced when our breath is actually His.