We are all waiting for something. Aren't we? Waiting for a prayer to be answered, for a season of grief to end, for a deep longing to be fulfilled. In those seasons of "barrenness," when our circumstances feel empty and our hopes feel distant, the last thing we often feel like doing is singing. But what if God's economy is different? What if the song isn't meant to be a response to the miracle, but the preparation for it?