Verses
like these
are a warm blanket
which woos me to sleep.

I fold them up,
forget about them
but when trials return,
God lays them out again,
wipes my tears,
and writes them on my heart.

I wait
God is not finished
I wait
He is not finished.
I wait
God is not finished.

I start to enjoy the waiting.
I start to enjoy the journey.
I start to enjoy the process.

I’m now okay with discomfort.
I’m now okay with hurt pride.

I’m okay with waiting.
I’m okay with God’s timing.

I’m okay
when I don’t understand.

I hand God
the pen, the pieces, the pain.

And He makes
a beautiful work of art.