Just Hope

It may seem like nothing is moving, that all the days are the same, and in the waiting for something, a prison has formed around me. But let me take heart. Let my hope be the fast-moving prison break – a perfect wave to ride the final few meters to the shore. In the stillness before God, as I wait on Him, the wait itself accelerates the resolution, in the same way a pear ripens when left alone in the sun.