For the days my patience is as thin as a Girl Scout mint cookie...

 Dear Boaz,

The gnawing knot of longing

surfaces now and again,

Overwhelming my thoughts,

Stirring up questions

that keep me up

Late into the night

wondering:

   What you're doing

   Where you are

   When I can finally say:

        "Hello, it's nice to meet you..."

   How it'll happen is up to His perfect timing

         But when it does, then we'll know

   Why.

"For God is my witness, whom I serve with my spirit in the gospel of His Son, that without ceasing I make mention of you always in my prayers,  making request if, by some means, now at last I may find a way in the will of God to come to you.  For I long to see you, that I may impart to you some spiritual gift, so that you may be established— that is, that I may be encouraged together with you by the mutual faith both of you and me." -Romans 1:9-12

Love,

Ruth