One thing I know is waiting can be so hard. It covers so much. We can be waiting for something physical, like a new purse or a new coat. Or even for SOME body. I''ve been apart from my sister for over a year now, and just recently found out shes coming home. That wait was uncomfortable. My parents, just last night, had to wait until today to put my sisters cat to sleep. That physcally probably ached.
I have friends that are waiting to heal physically. To get full use of her leg back. And to throw away her walkers and wheel chairs. She waits with a 7 month old baby in her lap and a 5 year old holding her free hand. She waits for her husband to come home and share in the struggle of that day. She sometimes looks at us and what we been through and wonders when that ache she feels in her heart will go away. But she'll have to just wait.
Today I was going around my house cleaning and feeling fine when certain memories I had stored away of our first night in the hospital came flooding in. I remember those exact terrified feelings I had as we lye in the hospital just waiting for 6 a.m. to come. To meet the surgeon and explain our stand on no blood. Then I remembered, the waiting for Gracie to come out of surgery. And, oh gosh, waiting for her to heal.
Friends, I'm at home today waiting for that sick feeling to leave and once again feel normal. I pray fervently today for one relieved breath of air. I wait for what was robbed from us early this year to come back.
As i take sips of my tea, I wait for it to calm my insides. And i just hope it happens soon. As I sit and wait for that sweet child of mine to get off that bus.
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