The last few days have been tough. Tough. Tough.
A refuge is what I seek. A hiding place from all those moments that bring me to my knees, and bring all of us to a place of longing for peace. I need a pure place where I can rest, where I can lay still and quiet from the world, and find a moment of rescue. I know that place exists in the arms of my Father, and in the peace that only God can fill me with. But lately God has felt distant, and I have felt unwilling to find Him.
It's like that song "Where are you Christmas? Why can't I find you?" There is a line in there that says "My world is changing, rearranging..." and that's exactly how I feel. The walls are changing, the hallways continually unwind themselves and crash into closed doors, cracked windows and uneven floors. I have felt hidden from my faith, unconnected to the very core of what makes me full of life. It's almost as if I'm too tired from this world to carry the weight of anything else, even the simple weight of childlike faith.
It's like that song "Where are you Christmas? Why can't I find you?" There is a line in there that says "My world is changing, rearranging..." and that's exactly how I feel. The walls are changing, the hallways continually unwind themselves and crash into closed doors, cracked windows and uneven floors. I have felt hidden from my faith, unconnected to the very core of what makes me full of life. It's almost as if I'm too tired from this world to carry the weight of anything else, even the simple weight of childlike faith.
So here's to the prayers that fail my lips for the moment, and to the light that is flickering, but never burnt out, for I know His mercies are new every morning, and His compassions never fail me.
