Sometimes a word plays hide-and-seek in my mind. It’s there somewhere holding all the feelings that can only be released into that one word. Ofttimes it’s a verb darting, taunting, refusing to be caught, and I give chase. But this word I know to be a noun, sitting heavily on my chest with the weight of it hurting every breath.
Then I caught a glimpse of the word in the thicket. It was both inviting and foreboding. But the fencing held me back. I knew I could not chase it down. I could only wait until it was ready to reveal itself. Patience. Some words are not meant to be come easily. They have to work their way through the brambles of your life.