Mixed Metaphors

I want the rescuing to be done. After all these years, I still get wrapped up in results. This isn't the work of a lifeguard at a public pool. It's the steady consistency of Love, and sometimes... most times... all the time... it takes a little time.

When healing comes at a snail's pace, I have to choose to believe that it's coming at all. Then I look at the snail on my walkway, strolling in the cold night air. If not for the trail he leaves behind, I might not believe he's moving at all. But there it is, plainly seen in the light of my front porch, and I know that something good is happening.  Have patience.

Love is not an action movie.  It's a Russian novel.