the deacon from burma and i were enjoying a pizza when he asked with shock, 'really? well, how can it be that you aren't married?'i responded that my bride's bus was late. i am simply waiting (and waiting) for it to arrive.
he was puzzled. but after explaining to him the brilliance of my humour
(which he did get a kick out of in the end), he responded,
"well, my friend. in this case, you have nothing to worry about.
because the bus driver
is God."
and i feel like a miraculous healing took place in my heart at that moment.
i gladly add her bus now to the many things i mean when i say to God,
i wait for you o Lord.
i wait for you.
i look to you to save and help me.