Oh, Father, how hard it is to sit in a day of perpetual waiting. My heart sits in silence as its very beat races contrary to itself from emotions to desires, truths to possibilities, and back again to dreams. Time of various intravols pass on this continuous ride called Wait.

God, through the rain you are here. Holding me in your arms, whispering my name, cherishing my tears, and reminding me that I am your daughter. Oh, how my heart settles in your arms. Father, I am your daughter, for that, in my wait, I smile and whisper a Thank You to you for being You!