Another long day stretches out in front of me. It seems I wait forever for God to move in some tangible way in my life. I can see small spurts of something every now and then… and then… I’m stuck in another standstill period. Things keep happening around me, so God is probably moving, but I don’t understand His silence where I need the answers. In the meantime, hope breathes shallowly, just enough to stay alive and not enough to help me move forward even one tiny step. The interminable waiting seems like its own force pushing against me, making me frustrated. If only I could just trust, this… suspension …would not be so difficult.

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