I am waiting for an answer.
I want out of the unknowing. I'd claw my way out if I could.
The difficult immobility baffles me.
I'm waiting. Nothing's happening.
I'd make something happen if I could.
I struggle with my attitude and my longings. I struggle to pray.
Instead of enjoying today, I'm waiting in the mud of impatience.
I know I have today.
Today is what matters right now.
I tell myself to cherish what I have but I stomp through my day. I go through the motions, with my boots on, stomping through my impatient mire.
I'm stomping around in the impatience puddles, trying to enjoy today.
. . .
I was thinking about all of this today, when I remembered the pictures in this post. I looked them up as a visual reminder to me:
When you are impatient, it's like standing in a big mud puddle, the more you stomp around in it, the messier you get.
And, after a while, everything is a blurry mess.
Somehow, the pictures and the knowledge, is allowing me to pray more. The prayers are an answer to my prayers.
"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.
Do you know what I'm going through? Are you messy with impatience, too? Pray. Even though you are struggling, pray.