Waiting For Brighter Days

We are in desperate need of brighter days. The winter is running long, and the past week has been rough. We spent some time in the hospital with my dad. He has been sick again. It never ceases to amaze me when these moments hit the way that time stands still. I learned this again in the commotion of the ER. The way that people and life seemed to whirl around while my children and I sit patiently waiting. The solitude I felt amidst the masses reminded me of the importance of being together because nothing else really matters. Everything else will be waiting. Dishes piled in the sink, laundry lying all around, and it waits. It waits just like the work on my desk. The e-mails that need to be answered, and the messages that need to be returned. Like the meetings that need to scheduled, and the tests that I need to take, or the lessons I need to prepare and the people I need to visit. They are also waiting. Waiting for me to return to life. Waiting for me to regain my energy. Each one of them will all patiently wait. I will wait as well. I will wait for brighter days because I know they will come. I will wait for answers to my questions, and I will wait to see what wisdom I can gain from these days. For now I am learning to make waiting my friend because waiting has become all too familiar.