sometimes you find yourself waiting. here, in the Shadowlands, waiting for what’s next. waiting for sweetnesses. waiting for Light.
what you remember, then, is that the waiting hurts.
in the waiting, you realize you’re broken. impatient. fear-driven.
in the waiting, you see your tendencies to self-preservation at the cost of mercy and grace-giving.
but when the waiting becomes watching, the Light is evident, peeking through the dark. Hope reigns.