Imagine those Jews of long ago, watching and waiting as the oil that was only sufficient for one day burned for eight. Waiting for the light to go out, as night after night it just kept stubbornly burning.
When has your waiting led to more than you dared to hope?
When I was part of the local task force commemorating the Lewis And Clark 200th anniversary a few years ago, we had several events for the community to show some of the actions and other projects that were current in 1803-1806. Since I do calligraphy, I set up a table with dip ink well, a turkey feather pen, and slips of paper so I could write a name for a visitor at the table. Young people soon flocked to the table: I made hand lettered signs for them to take home. One little girl said to me “May I bring my mother back so she can get one too?” I said “Sure”. Then she even asked “May I bring back my little brother too?” Of course I agreed and three family members walked away with their own personal names in old styled lettering written with a turkey feather pen and a dip inkwell for equipment. I didn’t have to wait long but I was extremely satisfied with the enthusiastic results.