While I wait
in this space
between what I want
and a hope for Heaven,
I am reminded of how
often He waits for me.
Patiently, perfectly, and
without hesitation
or resentment.
Even as I wade off in
the distance
trading my heartache
for just another
kind of pain,
He hopes for me.
He knows there
is more of me
than the scraps
I pour out
at His feet.

There is wholeness
in the aching
He offers me.
Freedom in the
obedience of
keeping company
with my Lord.

-aac