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Waiting, is frightening. The tens of hundreds of worst-case scenarios that thunder their way through your mind.

Waiting, is worrying. The tens of hundreds of unanswered questions that chase one after the other.

Waiting, is reflective. The tens of hundreds of seconds or minutes where you are completely focused on just this waiting.

Waiting, is painful. The tens of hundreds of times you turn the blame onto yourself and beat yourself up.

Waiting, is panic. The sheer terror that rises from deep inside you and grabs you by the throat and threatens to tear your world apart.

Yet waiting, is also gentle. It teaches you patience. It teaches you fortitude. It teaches you resilience.

Waiting, is sometimes bittersweet. Like clicking open an email from your ex- whom you have not heard from for months.

Wait. We wait. We all wait. We all wait together. For the same thing.

Do we wait in fear, or hope, or hurt, or do we wait in grace?