Seventeen

My nerves are raw, stretched so far they threaten to shred. Veins tight, at the ready to explode. Today, I grasp the meaning of "jump right out of my skin". I can think of no words more appropriate.

I am tired of the waiting.

Exhausted by the waiting.

So OVER the waiting.

And yet, we wait.

Today I want to kick and scream and demand an answer. Truth be told, I have.

And still the waiting.

No news is not good news. It's nothing but the agony of one more day without an answer. Without knowing. Without being able to move. My muscles ache, sore from staying in this one place for so long.  I am ready to leap in whatever direction He calls. If He would just call.


Today, exercising patience has never felt more like work.