by Macy Johnson
“We ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit,
groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption as sons,
the redemption of our bodies.”
(Romans 8:23 NIV)
I sat on the long wooden bench at our dining room table. From there I can see out of our sidelights up the long driveway to the street. My perch allows me to know when our children, grandchildren, and special visitors arrive. Every house I have lived in had a special place that gave me the perfect view of approaching activities and people. Like a child waiting for her parents to return home, I wait eagerly for guests.