The young man who lives in our house but doesn't want to be blogged has a dog that lives for him. When he's away the dog spends his time waiting for his return. Tonight I watched his delight as his master came through the back door and was rewarded for his patience with love and affection. All is well, his master is home. I think we all need a master, even if we don't think we need one, and Jesus is our Master, even if we don't acknowledge him as such. I know He is mine and I will wait on Him.