Remnants of my orientation towards finished product and away from process reveal themselves when I feel frustrated by another stint in the waiting room. It's as if the little girl cries deep-from-her-throat to Him, "but, God … I wrote a book about waiting. Can't you see I've done my time?"
December moved in swiftly this year — frost, boney-branches, and …
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