O God, waiting is hard. But harder than waiting is unknowing.
With the Psalmist I cry “How long?” And will the journey even take me
to a place I want to be? It seems all I see is the interminable question mark.
Yet in the waiting, in the unknowing, I experience compassion and mercy.
There is hope for fruit from the seeds of suffering. So Lord, cultivate in me
patient endurance and courage. Maybe these are the fruits you want to give me.
If so, may I feast on them until they nourish and strengthen me.