Dear Write,
When my daughter was very small, with chicken-pox, I had her sleep with little socks on her hands, so as not to scratch at the
itchies while sleeping.
That was the picture I had in mind about this itch...
because I think that there are parts which continue to sleep... after all the times with N's and the N'ish...
and maybe a part of this self-care is to recognize the "inner" child's desire to scratch an itch which could leave behind
a permanent scar.
As far as drips...
many, I think, would describe my life now as a slow drip... because I'm still waiting, Write.
But I'm not waiting for my childrens' father to convince me that he'll never sexually molest another child.
And I'm not waiting for NPD-ex to improve his behaviour just enough so that it's tolerable... only to cycle back into
monster-mode and threaten to take my life.
And I'm not waiting for my children to do something extraordinary so that my life can be filled by their accomplishments.
And I'm not waiting for my husband to stop leaving his socks on the bedroom floor.
And I'm really not waiting for my pony-dog to stop dragging me around the fields like a rag doll!

Oh, there are so many, many things that I'm no longer waiting for.
But I am learning to wait on the Lord... and that's proving to be the biggest challenge to date...
Just to be still and know that He is God... and I am not.
Waiting and allowing Jesus to grow me up into His image... waiting - because I cannot will myself there by practicing religion.
After years of that, off and on, here and there, in and out... one day I came to the end of myself and called upon the Name of the Lord...
and there He was, right where He'd always been, waiting for me.
With all that is in me, I know that I would not want to have missed a single bit of the mess which has come along the way, if that's what it took to bring me to the point of knowing Jesus.
I don't know why I didn't "get it" before... but I didn't - not until I admitted to myself
that there was nothing I could do,
nothing I could quit doing, absolutely nothing - to make myself right.
Only then was I willing to let Him make me right, from the inside out.
All I can say is... Jesus is well worth the wait!
With love,
Hope