Waiting On Godনমুনা

I try to stay busy, but there’s nothing to do. The nervousness seeps out-- I tap my fingernails on the table. I cross my legs and bounce my knee. I thumb through books I’m not reading and watch the clock hands tick around in circles. Because this thing-- it’s big. I wish I could see the other side of the answer, but I can’t. It will come in time-- time that moves both faster and slower than I want. However, there’s a truth in Lamentations that calms my soul: The Lord is my portion. I twirl these words over my tongue, let them wash through me. He is my portion, so He is enough. Just enough. My answer-- it will come. Answers sometimes come slow and steady, a drop in the bucket until one day you realize it’s full, overflowing even. In the meantime, I take my portion and I give over my hopes. Every morning I do this, and every day it is enough to sustain me.