So. Here's what I hear it saying as of late.
Waiting is hard. It's like that luke warm bath, no, worse yet, it's that luke warm wading pool for little kids that only go up to your shins and most likely there is more urine in that pool than H2O. It only adds to the sweat that is condensing on your forehead and the nape of your neck, and some how it's suffocating you even though only your ankles are submerged, until you jump out and watch the kid you're babysitting from your lawn chair. It seems cooler for some reason to be in the beating sun with the hot and melty plastic under you. Anything is better than that luke warm water. This is what waiting is like, purgatory, not evil, not good, not with God, not with Satan, not hot, not cold, and you're even waiting for calamity to hit your life so that at least something is happening to you. So, what are you waiting for heart? Growth? baby? KCC? Impeding doom of parents moving away? impeding doom of losing your brother to his wife? Goodness, me being me...All of it I guess. It's hard to wait, no matter what it is you're waiting for.
This is me giving into the thing that my heart has been telling me. I did know this, feel this and I was planning to verbalize it and in the ME that I want to be, I wrote THIS about feelings about Limbo. However, ignoring it won't do, how I do I remedy what my heart says is the problem?