your food is on it's way

I had this realization at work the other day.

Oftern times at the tea house I will bring customers their tea before their food is ready. As I set down their red and orange pots of tea on their table, sometimes they look at me with an expression I can read as "where is our food?" They are afraid that I've forgotten about their orders, or that there has been some kind of miscommunication, or that I am a dunce. They are worried that they paid for a whole meal, and will only get to drink their earl grey tea instead.
Knowing this look, I often tack on to the explanation of their tea "and, I'll bring out your food when it's ready," or "your food will be ready in just a bit." In other words, "Don't worry, it's still coming."

I wish God would say that to me.

That's all I need sometimes. My expectations are still lying out vulnerably on the tea table. "Is this it? or is there more?" Can't He see my worried expression? Can't He intuit my worry?

Knowing that something's coming is good. Hope, right? Hope has taken me a long ways. And maybe it will re-emerge again. But tonight I am tired.