waiting

So it comes to this: I would have lost her either way. If Cole hadn't reinfected her, I would have lost her in the hospital bed. And now Cole's wolf tozin pumps through her veins, and I lose her to the woods, like I lose everything I love.So here is me, and I am a boy watched--by her parents' suspicious eyes, since they cannot prove that I kidnapped Grace but believe nonetheless--and I am a boy watchful--because Tom Culpeper's bitterness is growing palpable in this tiny town and I will NOT bury Grace's body--and I am a boy waiting--for the heat and the fruitfulness of summer, waiting to see who will walk out of those woods for me. Waiting for my lovely summer girl.

I want to reach out and grab his hand and hold it to me, right over my heart, right where it aches the most. I don't know if doing that would heal me or make my heart break entirely, but either way this constant hungry waiting would be over.

Waiting hurts. Forgetting hurts. But not knowing which decision to take can sometimes be the most painful...

It finally was entirely silent and I inhaled and breathed its magical peace...

I feel a new era coming in, standing on the shore, waiting for it to slowly greet me.

IQ's are a combination of eyes, and queues. Would you wait in line to see my goat show? Of course you wouldn't, because the line is invisible.

The Lord is perfect and patient. He knows exact when to act.

There is time for every sacred activity under the sun.

But, someone, please give me__ho is born again but still so much in need of being born anew__ive me the details of how to live in the waiting cocoon before the forever begins?

In my heaven sweet melodies of the skies ripple pool of the sea playing sweet song to me, sharing tales of the past, blending with mine as mirage, painting new...I breathe in, am in love and alive...

There are words in the soul of a newborn baby, wanting and waiting to be written.

Savour on the moment, while still waiting for sacred time.

I've learned that sometimes during these lengthy times of waiting on God to show up, we can gain comfort by looking at the bigger picture because history proves that the bigger the suffering, the bigger the opportunity for God to really show off.

We have to allow God to do a work in us before He can do a work through us.

I must change my life so that I can live it, not wait for it.

Who knew why they waited, I thought, understanding that I, too, had it in me to wait. To expect change to come from outside, to concentrate on the task of meeting it, waiting to meet it, rather than going out and finding it.

Change moves incrementally from breath to breath and moment to moment, allowing for course-correction along the way.

Tides do what tides do__hey turn.