We are waiting, we're waiting, we're waiting.
Waiting for Christmas morning, waiting for Burrito's birthday, waiting to be old enough to have our very own horse, waiting for the sickness that has descended onto this house to clear.
There's a pretty good article over at Catholics on Call. The tale of two benches. You should go read it. My little paraphrased version here doesn't do it justice. The short version is that you can go through your life as one of two benches, a bus bench or a park bench. A bus bench is a stepping off place. We are there for single purpose, waiting on the next step. We are checking our watch, making sure we have all our belongings just waiting for that bus to roll in. We don't notice our surroundings or the people that pass, all we are focused on is getting on that bus. You don't sit on a park bench for the same reasons. You sit on a park bench to enjoy life. You take a time out from the hustle of life and deadlines to notice and appreciate the gifts that God gave us.
This is the first Sunday of Advent. This Sunday we acknowledge Isaiah's prophecy from the old testament that the messiah is coming. And we wait and prepare our hearts and find a nice park bench to sit on while we wait.