in my prayers, which is practically all the time, I ask him to clear the way for me to come and see you.
The longer this waiting goes on, the deeper the ache. I so want to be there to deliver God's gift in person and watch you grow stronger right before my eyes!
But don't think I'm not expecting to get something out of this, too! You have as much to give me as I do to you.
Please don't misinterpret my failure to visit you, friends. You have no idea how many times I've made plans for Rome. I've been determined to get some personal enjoyment out of God's work among you, as I have in so many other non-Jewish towns and communities. But something has always come up and prevented it.
Everyone I meet - it matters little whether they're mannered or rude, smart or simple - deepens my sense of interdependence and obligation.
And that's why I can't wait to get to you in Rome, preaching this wonderful good news of God.