Waiting

 

Waiting is hard.

People, especially women have been waiting since time began. Waiting for love. Waiting for babies to be born. Waiting for their men to come home. Waiting, waiting, waiting.

And it never gets easier.

I would not risk the life of any loved one simply for the comfort of knowing when the waiting will end, but that does not make it easier either.

This waiting is a time of trial, of testing my love, of making my faith take over when nothing else is available, but my stomach still knots up, my mind still races, my heart still skips the occasional beat and although I know in the end all will be fine, I suffer.

Again and again my suffering has proved irrelevant. All is well and all will be well, so why do I let myself fall into this place?

Simply because I love you more than life itself.