In between the place you are and the place you hope to get . . . Not always a great place to be.
Waiting on progress and facing a question mark.
Disappointment looms. Discouragement tempts. Indecision threatens.
The in between stands like a sentry. Forbidding passage.
God is there. Here. Everywhere. He knows, instructs unseen. I long for His voice. The kindness of His touch.
In between . . . feels unstable. Unproductive. Undone.
As always, I’m desperate for you, Lord Jesus. Amen.