Even though those promises do not feel tangible or comforting in this grieving place.
I will be still before You,
Though every angry, bleeding fiber within me is screaming at me to run.
I will weep prayers of hope,
Though my heart betrays me in its anguish.
I will leave these broken pieces at Your feet,
Though my confusion, my sorrow, leaves me wondering if they will be redeemed.
I will wait…