We always seem to be waiting for something. Waiting for an upcoming trip, waiting for 
the kids to take a nap, waiting for a baby to be born, waiting for food to cook, just endlessly waiting and wondering. With that waiting often comes anxiety.
For many of us at the seminary this spring is a very suspenseful waiting time. We await vicarage placement or call night. Waiting to find out where our husbands will be serving in the future, what state we’ll be moving to. Wondering if he’ll serve in a team ministry in a large city or a dual-parish in a tiny town. How far will we be from family? Not even knowing when we’ll be moving or if we’ll need to find housing before we can start. So many unknowns and waiting and anxiety.
It’s so easy to wonder about these things and forget that there’s already a plan laid out before us. That our needs and complaints are known and heard and ultimately already taken care of. All our anxiety is wrapped up in Christ’s arms and He assures us we belong to Him.
The other evening after dinner during our devotions we were singing the hymn I Know That My Redeemer Lives and the 4th stanza really stood out to me as a wonderful comfort in this time of waiting.
“He lives to grant me rich supply;
He lives to guide me with His eye;
He lives to comfort me when faint;
He lives to hear my soul’s complaint.”
Little Fingers of Life 