I'm restless.
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 pray.
I wait.
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.
Matthew 11:28
"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.