I will wait for the God of my salvation.
My God will hear me.
Do not rejoice over me, O my enemy.
Though I fall I will rise;
Though I dwell in darkness, the Lord is a light for me.”
—Micah 7:7-8 (NASB)
There was a time when civilization was much more bound to the yearly cycle of the seasons than we are today. Because travel was much more limited and it was more difficult to transport things, you had to wait for certain times of the year before particular crops would arrive. Many of those things couldn’t be preserved for very long and had to be enjoyed while they were available. Living with the seasons was the same way, enjoying the times of temperate weather while enduring the inevitable harshness of the extremes. The concept of waiting has approached near-anathema status in this modern age of “must have it now”. “Waiting” is becoming a lost art.