It's a funny thing about waiting for a prayer to be answered. I feel like I'm birthing a baby---groaning and agonizing. The need to fall on my face is present, and the desire to throw up my hands, not in a giving-up-sort-of-way, but more like---well, maybe it IS in a giving-up-sort-of-way. I want action, but at the same time, realize that I've got to be patient.
Clearly struggling, and not ashamed to say so.
Clearly struggling, and not ashamed to say so.
