I need to slow down. I mean seriously. Why am I rushing?
And then, in the midst of my haste, I make rash decisions and partake of the cup of rash emotions.
These are the times when I dream of someone rocking me gently.
I've learned that facades are far more prevalent and closer to home than we'd like to imagine. I've also learned that miracles are only a mere suddenly away.
The discomfort of the waiting. That is why I squirm. But at least I've learned that redemption is never too far behind.