“Hello” the morning sun whispers. Eyes squinting, I mutter some encouragement to myself as I urge myself to wake up. Tea in hand, I sit down at the well weathered wooden desk. The chair, ragged with a diy kitenge chair pad made years ago, falling apart at the seams. Waiting to be remade. And yet, it is here where I find myself wanting to be. The light seeping through the side window of the room - casting highlights on my forest green mug of steaming tea and sending sunshine cascading along the wall before me. For a moment I’m captivated by the words etched into its being - Joy. In the waiting. I sit and I reflect. Everyone is waiting for something. A healing. For provision. A change in circumstance. For direction. An unanswered prayer. But having joy in the waiting - that’s harder to come by. So, how? If you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love , just as I have kept my father’s commandments and abide in his love. These things I have spoken to you, that my jo