The Wait…

The Wait…

THE WAIT.

This weight.

It feels insurmountable. It feels unending.

And my heart is weary.

The bitterness. The rage. The sorrow. The heartache.

It all comes to the surface. And my shoulders weren’t built for this.

For the shame. For the jealousy. For the vitriol.

And neither was my heart. My mind. My soul.

So… I sit with it.

I let it say it's peace.

And I kindly request it take its leave.

And I write. And I pray. And I cry.

Till the weight releases its grip on me.

And with one final breath, I feel it lift.

The regret. The rejection. The turmoil. The time. The heartbreak. The weight. The wait.

All released to my Savior who died for me.

He was built for this. And he took it all. For me.

And I open my eyes… Red and puffy from the tears… And I smile. Knowing my God holds me near.