No longer sticks.

I am stuck in the wait.

It's a place that I almost expect to be at this point. I have moments of sheer gladness in it, but other times I'm deeply disappointed.

All of these parts are moving beyond my control, and maybe that's why they play a bitter screech in my ear.

I'm not the one moving them.

I'm listening to a book on God's covenant with his people by Kay Arthur called Our Covenant God. It's been salve on my skin. Because while I'm in this wait, I've had a few instances with some who have been less than kind (whether they actually realize it or not) and their unkindness has chafed the very parts of me that are vulnerable by nature.

Satan is tricky that way, but he's never unexpected.

Thankfully, Kay's words and my husband's love (who I always see God in) has moved me beyond hurt feelings and a bruised ego.

They've moved me to a place where I realize how God is never giving up on me or any of us who claim Him. This act has nothing to do with me or what I manage to do or not do but everything with God's will, which naturally exceeds my own.

And how relieving to know none of us are tasked with that sort of control.

So, here's my prayer: I give it all to you, Lord. Every inch. I can't but You can, and so I'll wait until the stuck no longer sticks.