It started years ago when I really wanted a bike for Christmas.
I told my mom early that fall and she responded with, “Well, Christmas is coming so you’ll just have to wait and see.”
Four months of waiting? How would I survive? I wanted it NOW…but my mom didn’t give in.
As the months unfolded, I was getting more and more excited about owning my own bike. I talked about it with my friends, planned long biking trips to the park (which was about a five minute ride) and thoroughly looked forward to discovering new lands, past the end of my driveway.
I can actually remember where I was standing that Christmas morning, when the bike with a big bow was carried down the stairs and into the living room. It was a mighty good moment – that’s for sure. To be honest, I think I enjoyed the anticipation as much as I enjoyed straddling that bike and riding it down the hall for the first time.
Dictionary.com defines anticipation as “realization in advance, a foretaste.” I really like this definition because that’s what it feels like to me – a foretaste of what is to come. When we go out and get what we want immediately, we rob ourselves of the soul-satisfying sensation of wanting…waiting…yearning. When we buy our kids everything they want right away, we rob them of learning about self discipline, the excitement of saving up for something and feeling the immense pleasure of that “finally” moment.
Chris and I are leaving for Alaska at 3:30 a.m. on Saturday morning. We’ve been planning this two week holiday for over a year and I can honestly say that the anticipation of getting away together has been exhilarating. I’ve loved watching the months unfold. I’ve enjoyed planning our vacation days, booking ferries, hotels, rented cars and day trips. I started packing my bag about two weeks ago ( yes, that’s the exact piece of luggage that I smashed my toes into!) and now I’m counting sleeps until we head out on our adventure. We’re going biking, zip-lining, glacier hiking and rain forest discovering. We’re going to sleep in, read books, get a massage, try new foods, watch brilliant sunsets and I’m going to blog because I know without a doubt that I’m going to see God in new ways.
56 hours and counting…