The parts of me, deep inside, so precious, so they stay.
I wonder often if I whisper my dreams to the stars, might they come true?
Or if by saying them out loud the possibility will dissolve, too.
I ache and yearn for more than this.
The excitement, the love, fulfillment, the bliss.
It's not about what works for me, this is so much deeper than I can explain.
It's about our family, our sanity, our whole lives, our souls, so much to gain.
So instead of whispers and secrets, I'll just pray.
He knows what is best for us, and He'll have the final say.
I'll put my life in His hands, something I should do more often, and wait.
For a sign, for a star, for some idea of what His plan is and what is our fate.
Patience isn't my best virtue. I'm about planning and lists and goals.
I need to know. Not just in my head and in my heart, but in my soul.
What's going to happen? Yes? No? Silliest idea ever? Best plan yet?
What will You say, dear Lord? Is it a go? Are our lives already set?
Let it go, and let be.
Just wait and see.
I'll pray, and rest.
You always know best.