Scrolling through Instagram the other day, I saw the following quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson: “How much of life is lost in waiting.” In a purely mathematical sense, it makes sense. I’ve spent years and decades of life waiting for things - from two minutes I have to wait every morning for my cup of coffee to finish brewing, to the three in a half decades I waited for a child, to the years of waiting ahead of me as I long for heaven and the relationships that will be restored there. If I added up all that time, it would be several lifetimes and more “wasted” on waiting.
On Waiting
On Waiting
On Waiting
Scrolling through Instagram the other day, I saw the following quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson: “How much of life is lost in waiting.” In a purely mathematical sense, it makes sense. I’ve spent years and decades of life waiting for things - from two minutes I have to wait every morning for my cup of coffee to finish brewing, to the three in a half decades I waited for a child, to the years of waiting ahead of me as I long for heaven and the relationships that will be restored there. If I added up all that time, it would be several lifetimes and more “wasted” on waiting.