Here you are – hurting, waiting, wanting for something to change. You ask yourself about a hundred times, is it something you said? Maybe. And then you ask yourself a thousand more times, is it something you did? Possibly.
Here you are – this question must have crossed your mind more than a million times. ‘Cause for the seventh or eighth or maybe even the ninth time, you toss and turn in the middle of the dark night, in a dark silent room, listening to the rhythm of your own breath. You inhale, then exhale. You feel your heart beating in your chest. Then the question once again arises in your mind that longs to rest. Why?
Here you are – continuing to believe one day, someday, somehow your patience, your willingness to endure and your days of hurting, of waiting, of wanting, you’ll wake up to an end for all of those and a beginning of something better, something more.