Sitting idly and staring at the shadows of trees as the seasons pass. The sun comes and goes as  my days wile away. Time seems to have forgotten me as I sit in silence. I have journeyed far and wide and now I sit quietly and listen to the silence. I ache and I have grown tired from many labors, but the silence of patients is deafening. I wonder why I must be idle, but a quiet voice says not yet. I must sit a while and let others catch up with me. I must wait for the seed I have sewn to bare fruit. I must watch and see what God is doing behind the scenes. A small still voice says this is why you should wait on me.