I'm not a fan of waiting.
I had to work the night shift last night and the night shift is a lesson in waiting. It's already a tough thing to do, especially when you're a 9-5 worker and have to switch to a night shift for just one night. Doing something like this is doubly tough for me. It throws my body out of whack, my sleep out of whack and I'm am just down-right grumpy the next day.
We wait on everything in the sports section (that's the section I layout when I work) because nearly every story is timely. The games have just happened, the stories have just been written. It's the opposite of the news section where the stories are mostly done by 6pm.
Then after all the waiting comes all the rushing. Hurry, hurry, hurry, is the motto. You must meet the deadline. Hurry and write the stories, hurry and lay out the pages. You must meet the deadline. Inside pages done by 9pm, front page and jump of Mt. Vernon zone by 11:30pm, front page and jump of Centralia zone by 12:30am.
Hurry, hurry, hurry!
Then after all the hurrying, all the confusion about which story goes where, there is a peaceful calm. The sports editor has left and all I have left to do is send the plates down. This is my favorite time. I'm finished. I can relax. Tomorrow is a new day.
Tomorrow may come a little early the next day, but I'm relieved to be done with the night shift for a while.
Do you ever have days like this? A lot of waiting and then a lot of rushing. My prayer for you today is that you take it all in stride and let God refresh you at the end of the day with a peaceful, and well-earned reinvigoration.
Therefore wait for me,” declares the LORD, “for the day I will stand up to testify. I have decided to assemble the nations, to gather the kingdoms and to pour out my wrath on them— all my fierce anger. The whole world will be consumed by the fire of my jealous anger. - Zephaniah 3:8
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