Sitting at my desk. Sitting in limbo. Waiting.
I hate waiting. I’m not good at being patient, and it’s not very fun. I want things to be right now, and I want something to occupy me all the time. I’ll work on the computer and read and play a card game all at once. I hate just waiting.
That’s what I’m doing now. Hating the waiting. (Which would make a good band name.)
I messed up. Bad. Really bad. I’m probably going to lose my job. Which I like, and which I’m (mostly) good at.
However, no determination has been made, as far as I know. So I’m waiting.
I’m praying, too. But it’s hard to pray right now, with so much to worry about, with so much to think about. Also, I don’t know how many times I can cry out, “Father, please take care of me and my family!”
Waiting.
Waiting.
