I know it’s been a while since I’ve been posting anything. The holidays have really got me caught up and busy. Right after finals, there were concerts, performances, meetings, travels, and a million other things to do.

If it illustrates how busy I’ve been, I’ll say that I haven’t even had time to bake. I’ve been selling frozen cookie dough as a fundraiser, but no baking. I hope to post some recipes soon for yummy holiday stuffs.


I heard someone say once that when you begin thinking about all the germs, pathogens, bacteria, viruses, parasites, and general uncleanliness in the world, it’s a wonder we don’t get sick more often. Similarly, once you consider all the mistakes people make, the bad choices, the folly of people, their arrogance and hatred… it’s truly amazing that things don’t go wrong more often than they do.

We tend to focus on the occasional bad event and get upset about it. Sometimes it’s helpful to recall that it’s a miracle that anything goes right — ever.

God still works on earth.

We’ve heard of tales of long ago when heaven spoke to earth

In miracles and wondrous signs too difficult for dirt.

When cherubim in choirs, and seraphim with song

Gathered in their forces like the blazing path of dawn

And joined with Hallelujahs, the Christ commemorating,

While all the world was waiting,

Waiting – waiting.

While all the world was waiting for the coming of the King.

We’ve heard of deeds remarkable when God moved among men.

When so much is awry, His right distresses works of sin.

He used men’s hands to heal them, while He worked on the soul

And sang the tune without the words, and never stopped at all,

And gave joy to a broken heart, with power penetrating

While all the world was waiting,

Waiting – waiting.

While all the world was waiting for a cover for their shame.

We’ve heard of things we don’t believe – still less often see.

We find ourselves chained to ourselves with blind dependency.

Though many people hurt inside, not everyone is healed.

Far too few choose to return, though all of us are called.

Miraculous how much does go right in worlds dark and frustrating.

Yet all the world is waiting,

Waiting – waiting.

All the world is waiting to hear the angels sing.

I cannot speak in holy tongues meant for use by God.

He is light and holiness, and I am sin and sod.

But He tells me that He loves me and I want to do His will;

I am asking for directions on how to climb this hill.

The sky, with a thousand lights is rightly celebrating,

And here I am just waiting,

Waiting – waiting.

Here I am, just waiting, for God to speak to me.

Original poem by Kimba. Copyright 2017.

If you liked this poem, let me know! Like and comment, etc.

Have a wonderful day, and enjoy the rest of the year. 😀

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