Worth the Wait

It wasn't just me who said that it seemed like the time dragged by while Dave was gone. Our children asked why did it seem like a month instead of two weeks. Katrina mentioned how long it seemed since he had left. Our teenage Ukrainian friends said at a separate time, that it seemed at least a month.

The day was here when he was supposed to come in. But the city of Kyiv with thousands of wild drivers was between me and the airport. I don't react well or quickly in a situation that requires quick physical judgment and movement. So rather than bother someone else to drive us and our van to the airport, I got up before most of the rest of the world and was on the road at 5 am. I was basically at the airport at 6:20 am. His plane was supposed to arrive at 1:15 pm.

We slept a little. We went into a store and bought breakfast and most of lunch. We listened to a story and checked email. We sat. We went into another nearby store, sort of like a Home Depot and saw what they had for sale. We sat and listened. We took a snooze. We went to another store to get a cold drink for with our lunch. We checked on Dave's flight. According to the internet it hadn't left Germany yet. Hopefully someone was just slow keeping the records up. We headed on to the airport. We walked in at 1:16 pm and breathed a sigh of relief when the electronic sign stated that his flight had already arrived. Half an hour later he called us on the mobile phone. He was in line for passport control. (It is allowed here, in contrast to America.) In another forty minutes or so, he called to say his suitcases weren't visible. Two hours after we had walked into the airport to meet him, he walked out through the sliding glass doors to meet us.

All in all we waited nine hours for that moment. It was worth the wait.

Someday, we're going to come to the end of a much longer period of waiting. We'll see Jesus in heaven if we serve Him faithfully here. That will even more be worth the wait.