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.