The Season of Waiting

I wait.

With anxiety.

Or fear.

I live in the “what ifs.”

In the future.

 

But this is not how I want to live.

I want to live in the present.

In hope.

 

I want to sit vigil.

 

I want to make the waiting sacred.

Hold this space.

Sit with my anxious spirit.

As though it were a good friend.

Breathe comfort into it.

Acknowledge it.

Simply be with it. 

Wait with hope.

In the here.

In the now.

In this season of waiting.