How does He KNOW!? Oh, right. Because He's God.

So there I was, in my anxiety-laden, impatient holding pattern, just bumming out. The weather here has been downright early Secret-Gardenish depressing, without the sheep or Yorkshire accents. The low, heavy gray clouds that occasionally provide a hint of maybe some light above them only tease me. I was in this state and then I went to church Sunday morning. Before the service began, I sat in the pew and looked at the bulletin. And there it was, emblazoned across the front: Those Who Wait on the Lord Shall Rejoice. Subtle.