Waiting, always

I live in a state of constant anticipation. An ever-present hurricane churns in my gut, spreading to my ribs and wrapping around my heart. Am I waiting for something Good or Bad? Both?

It’s always both this side of heaven.

The Bad feels more likely, but the Good feels more permanent.

Come, Lord.

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