Sitting, Waiting, Wishing.

Sitting. Waiting. Wishing. Jack Johnson wrote those words; but i think they ring true for all of us. It represents a specific feeling that we all can relate to, and i don't think anybody can put a name to it. It's just a familiar feeling. Or maybe feelings. The closest i can come to naming it is "melencholy" but that just does'nt cut it. Maybe it's closer to "loneliness". No. What about "pensive"? I don't know. I do know i feel that way now, whatever it's called, both circumstantially and emotionally.

Sitting.

It's a quiet afternoon, and i'm sitting here on a stone bench underneath a canvas umbrella, surrounded by nature. Everything around seems green, even though this quiet, vernal glade is in reality just a small alcove with bushes surrounded by parking lot next to a doctor's office. It is peaceful though; the only sounds are birds singing and an industrial leafblower somewhere. I'm not doing all that much, i'm just writing slowly as i glance around occasionally, just taking in everything, and nothing. I'm just sitting.

Waiting.

The reason i'm here is pretending i have a peaceful existance is today my Mom had a doctor's appointment, and she asked me to drive her up there. I'm just waiting on her to get finished so i can go back to my hectic life. Not really, though. I'm content to sit here for a while longer, not waiting on my Mom, but on God.

Wishing.

What am i wishing for? I'm not sure. I know God is sure, though. I'm not worried about it. He'll do what's right for me. I'm still trying to verbalize what i'm wishing for, though. I guess this shows that i don't trust Him like i should. I'm more concerned about getting my 1/10 cent in to God than i am with just doing... nothing, but wait on Him. I will work on that, though. So for now, Lord, help me be, just, wishing. And waiting. Just waiting and wishing while i sit here. Just Sitting, Waiting, Wishing.