Waiting
I find myself currently in a season of waiting. Waiting for answers from God. Waiting for understanding. Waiting for a dosage of antidepressants to be enough. Waiting to see that being enough is enough.
While walking through the woods the other day I found solace in the sweetest mountain air and discovered I was not the only thing waiting: nature was waiting as well. Waiting for winter, waiting to fall asleep til spring. And having that companionship has proved to lessen the burden of waiting, a reminder that every season essential.
In the holy forest
I tried to hear God.
Instead I spoke to him
and still no answer.
Must trust that
the answer is "wait".
