On my own.
For someone to say something.
For someone to smile, to notice, to see this shattered human among them.
In the unknown.
For someone to tell me something.
For someone to tell me it will be okay, mom will be healed and I will have my best friend back.
For someone to show me something.
For someone to show me why I am living here in isolation with my boys, away from my parents, from my support, from the place I am ‘known’.
I wait for no one.
No human can answer my questions.
No one can be enough, no one can help me comprehend or bring me moment-by-moment comfort.
I am not alone.
God is my strength.
My everlasting peace and joy.
He is more than enough in my isolation from family and friends.
Thank you Jesus.