My dear friend Staci (her wonderful blog is here) began a “blog roll” where women write on a certain topic each month. She graciously invited me in. Take a moment and scroll through the thoughts of each woman. It will definitely inspire you. I am honored to be a part of this blog post. 

This month’s topic is Waiting. I have to admit, I’ve been “waiting” for something inspiring to write about. I kept asking myself, “What am I waiting for?” This morning, it hit me. It begins with a song. Have you heard the band American Authors? Their song describes what I am waiting for…

Earlier this year, I read a book to my son about the Wesley brothers, Charles and John. They ministered in the 1700’s. What struck me about this book (and challenged me) was the fact that when Christians at that time became sick unto death or were sentenced to death in prison, their response was one of joy and celebration. In fact, one gentleman found out he would hang the next morning for crimes he committed. Instead of mourning, he responded by saying, “this is gonna be the best day of my life!” Are you kidding me? It’s really challenged me because the culture we live in does not see sickness or death this way.  We do not celebrate when someone has a diagnosis of cancer or a terminal illness. Does this challenge you? It’s challenging how I look at death and disease. 

Reveille or Taps?

What were the believers in the 1700’s celebrating? They were celebrating going home, home to be with their Saviour. To them, it was indeed the “best day of their life!” As I have been mulling this over, I heard this song, “Best Day of My Life” and I loved it because the chorus puts into words what I am waiting for. For me, the best day of my life will be when I go home. Don’t misunderstand me, I am not wanting to “escape” and get out of this place! I absolutely love my life and feel blessed beyond measure with the life I have been given. Yet, when I think about what I am waiting for, this reality is what I am happily waiting for! To be face to face with Jesus? I simply cannot wait. 

Until then, I will sing silly songs to Jesus about that day when I am face to face with Him. I will dream what it might be like. I will live my life to please Him. I will grieve when someone I know is diagnosed with a terminal disease. I will weep when someone I know passes away. And I will wait and hope expectantly about the day when I see Him face to face. 

Grab a cup of coffee or tea and read Allison’s blog on waiting here: