Waiting for healing, for understanding.
Waiting for God to pull everything together and tell me, “See! This is what I had in mind for you all along!”
My waiting is full of looking and listening.
What I see is pain and confusion. Disconnection and fear. Even after I step away from the mirror.
It’s all around me– the pangs of a world waiting to be reborn.
My own waiting is all important. What I seek is in high demand. Here there is hope in my waiting; my own healing is very much tied up in the healing of others. I know this.
So, I wait.
Wait for the birth of something new out of the death of the life I once led.
The waiting can make or break my faith. For this reason, and this reason alone, it is worth the wait.