The house is dark and quiet; a dim light shines from the living room and the vigil continues. A wife waits up for her overdue husband or a parent anxiously watches the clock, peeks through the curtains and strains to hear the noise of a car turning into the drive. A teenage son or daughter has broken curfew. Love silently waits up for their return.
Our loving Father waits up. “And therefore will the Lord wait, that he may be gracious unto you, and therefore will be exalted, that he may have mercy upon you; for the Lord is a God of judgment: blessed are all they that wait for him (Isaiah 30:18 KJV).” The Lord does not pace the floors or wring his hands. He waits for each and all to return to his open arms.