The sky is dark. The kind of darkness that comes when no one is awake. I see the moon sometimes. Other nights I find there are stars to guide my way.
I've been slipping away in the darkness for several years. I often return home before my family is awake again. Other times I find myself living in this focused zone for hours and hours and hours.
I perhaps have the chance to live like Mary did when she went to visit her cousin Elizabeth. I wait for weeks, days, moments for the time when a mother will want my presence.
The anticipation can seep into every breath I take. It's a different kind of hope. Perhaps similiar to what Mary felt as she waited to support her living relative. I never know when a call will really come. We have some kinds of dates, but they are just estimated.
And so I wait and I pray. I'm ready. I'll be there for you.
This momma blogger has some insight on it too.