I live everyday of my life in expectation. Like an expectant mother in her last trimester of pregnancy approaches the week of her due date, I'm expecting.
I'm expecting to see the long awaited promise walk through the doors of my life. Like parents who tie a yellow ribbon around the oak tree in their front yard awaiting their sons return home, I'm expecting.
I'm expecting abundance to overflow into every area of my life. Like the river flows at Niagra Falls as the April rain pours from heaven, I'm expecting.
I'm expecting the windows of heaven to pour out a blessing that I won't have enough room to receive. Like a fisherman casting his net out in the deep, calls for help to pull up the load, I'm expecting.
I'm expecting to give with every measure of abundance given to me, because I know and understand that more will be added. I'm expecting, ready and waiting.