this play

my memory of that night is still very clear because the news i heard was my biggest fear quick texts, frantic calls, and an email or two hoping the news just wouldn’t be true

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i sat and i wept and cried out in my heart, “why God? why him? this can’t be his part!” i demanded an answer, “right now! not this way!” but God whispered, “patience. I’m in charge of this play.”

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through waiting through wondering through silence through love my soul slowly learns God directs from above and still on those days of “why” or “why not” my heart hears an echo of that original thought

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“patience, My boy, I’m in charge of this play some I call here and others to stay.” so i will play my part and you will play yours until happy reunions at heaven’s front door.