See the Art in me

My heart buzzes with a thousand words and the warmth spreads from the core of my chest, out into my extremities and each time I flex my fingers, the electricity pulses outward, outward,

Out.

Now I know why the snow melts. My joy is spreading.


And tonight I rested with my head on the pillow and stared into the darkness of the room and for once, I wasn't filled with anxiety, I didn't feel the tired tears seeping down my cheeks, I wasn't desperate for another voice to break the silence.

It was just me: with the whole wide world, spread out at my feet.

Somewhere, I still feel Limbo-ed; I still want that threshold of home. But instead of longing, I am waiting, ready to be In-Between for as long as it takes for Him to decide that I am ready to belong. For now, He wants me stretched into temporary discomfort--and that's okay. Out here, surrounded only by the skies and strangers, I still wait for the day when I can relax back into the arms of the familiar and sip tea beside a fire I made myself, whispering long into the night to a voice that doesn't vanish when I hang up the phone.

But I am not helplessly longing. I am simply: waiting. And while I wait, I savor every minute I'm given in this place, for this time in my life.

Thanks be to God. Only He has numbered our days.