There is a waiting that is not restless anticipation but patient presence. Being itself waits for you, always here, gracious and unhurried, the way stillness waits underneath every noise. It does not force. It simply remains available.
You are asked to wait in return, and this does not mean marking time until something finally arrives. It means growing quiet and alert right now, letting go of the anxious mind that keeps reaching into the future. The blessing does not come later as a reward for waiting. It is here the moment you stop reaching and grow still, because being fully present now is itself the grace you were waiting to receive.