And so

Waiting is our destiny as creatures who cannot
by themselves bring about what they hope for.

We wait in the darkness for a flame we cannot light,
We wait in fear for a happy ending we cannot write,

We wait for a not yet that feels like a not ever,
Waiting is the hardest work of hope.

Lewis Smedes

All the effort of three long weeks undone on Sunday night. Blame Saturday's message on reconciliation, even though it was directed at parents and their children.

We're working things out again, which is a tremendous relief. I don't know what the outcome will be, or if I'm being foolhardy by putting myself out on the line.

But I do know that when he called, a few sentences was all it took to show that we both are fairly miserable not talking to each other, despite all the practice that we've had.