patience

I don’t know how to wait. For a process to be complete. For my children to finally appreciate me. For my husband to finish his projects. For the quiet to still me. For a long walk to calm me. For your word to dwell in me. For your will to be known to me. Sure, I survive the time. And at the fruition of most things I can gaze back and appreciate. But in the middle of the moments and at the center of my waiting is impatience. Instead of anticipating in faith, I get restless in my vulnerability. Instead […]