FIC's Journal

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I sit as best I can, waiting....always waiting.

Will my body and mind work today or not?

Will my symptoms deteriorate, remain, or go?

I sit as best I can, waiting....always waiting.

I am so tired.  I just want to go home, no more waiting.

Yet, wait, I must.  Loved ones need me.

Further, I can't bear the pain they would be feeling.

So, I sit as best I can, waiting....always waiting.

I want to cry, yet find I can't. 

I've used all my tears so so long ago.

Besides, I can't let it show.  It will worry them.

So, I sit as best I can, waiting....always waiting.

Medical pros who are supposed to know, do not.

Poke, probe, questions, always more of the same.

Seeking answers to questions asked and unasked.

So, I sit as best I can, waiting....always waiting.

Lord, I know there is more to life than this.

Your Holy Word says so over and over.

"Come unto me all ye who are heavy laden and I shall give you rest."

Lord, I want Your rest and Your will.

So, I sit as best I can, waiting....always waiting.

I think of Moses as he climbed the mount one last time.

He could see the Promised Land, so close.

Yet, he could not enter in.  He sat on the mount and rested.

So, I sit as best I can, waiting....always waiting.

So, Lord, while I sit as best I can, waiting....always waiting,

Would You please hold me a little closer? A little tighter?

Ah, Yes, Lord!  Your gentle touch warms my chills away.

Your nail scared hand cups my face and wipes the tears.

Your gentle smile says You understand.

So, I sit as best I can, waiting....always waiting.