I'm sitting here now as an act of faith.
I know I want to write something.
Something that would be worth your time to read.
And I got nothin'.
Just faith.
Faith that something'll come.
Faith that I'm supposed to be doing this.
Annnnnnnnnnnd here I sit.
Waiting on the Elixir of Knowledge to finish brewing.
And Him.
And ... something.
Huh.
Actually, I've been doing something. I've written this far. Not much, but, hey, it's a start, right?
Whoa.
Faith.
It's not a passive thing, is it?
Maybe more like actively waiting.
Taking a "wait".
Then another.
And another.
Trusting in a promise from the Promise-Keeper.
And then choosing to wait aggressively while sloughing thru each day.
Doin' those daily things.
In faith.
Kinda like Simeon.
Old dude. Had faith in the promise made that he'd live to see the Chosen One.
And then all those years.
Getting up. Getting dressed.
Going to the Temple.
Doing his thing.
Lookin' at all those babies.
Nothing yet.
No, not this one.
Not that one.
His head snapping around at the sound of a new-born's cry.
And nothing.
Just getting older.
And older.
And still nothing.
Nothing but faith in the Faithful.
Until that day when he held the Messiah of the world in his own wrinkled hands.
Yeah.
I guess I can sit here in faith.
There'll be something to write about ... but I hope it's before my hands get old and wrinkly.