Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. - Romans 12:12

Lately I feel like I live in after all, that strange land between the conclusion of one book and the cracking of another. I can’t seem to choose which book to open next, so they all sit in the corner waiting to be read. These days I find myself staring not into pages but into the sky, tracing the clouds and trees and wind with my heart in a kind of wordless prayer.

And yet, in the meantime, life is certainly writing a story all around me, maybe even through me, words floating and swirling and landing in an order I surely would never have authored on my own. I’m not sure if those patient books will ever get a chance to be read by my life, but right now I am at peace with waiting, watching, tracing. Beginnings and middles and ends hold a safe and sure kind of beauty, but perhaps there is something to be said for unfinished stories too. Maybe hope is most at home in uncertainty, after all.