I sit holding onto possibilities,
And yet knowing
That only He knows what will be.
Still,
What had been way back when
And what was recently
Mixed with that which is a long distance away
Make me see more clearly.
A clarity I could not have foretold.
How could I know
That experiencing what seemed perfect at the time
Would make me appreciate the imperfections of a previous time?
And,
How could I ever fathom
That it could all hurt so much
And yet bring so much
Healing and Wholeness?
And so,
I wait.
Wait for what He says will be.
Wait for another to make the choice.
And pray quietly.
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