“Watch and pray!” That was the cautionary tale my late Grandmother used to spin. She never quoted exactly what verse the passage of scripture came from, nor did I bother to challenge her by asking. Watch. I see a lot. I feel a lot. I hear a lot. It’s hard to go through the motions while waiting for what you desire to manifest to come to fruition.

The issue arises when there’s no evidence of progress. I imagine that is where the prayer matters most. Having faith that something meaningful will eventually shine light at the end of those long dark tunnels. Right now, in this moment, I’m weary and trying to reconcile the fact that to forfeit my life would be a sin. Not necessarily a spiritual crime, but one that would ruin others from being their very best. I’m waiting. The burden is heavy.