I know we’re about to go on Thanksgiving break, so we should be thinking of all the things we’re thankful for, but I can’t. I can think of nothing else than this. This is the general progression of my thoughts every day. (Aside from the rhyming business… I don’t actually think in rhymes.)
I’m that deer….
“As the deer pants for the water, so my soul longs after you…”
As my soul longs all the harder, so my thoughts are crippling.
“God showed me this… and God showed me that,” they tell me every day.
Yet I sit here and wait, in the silence of the morning, and still don’t know what to say.
Am I doing something wrong? Am I missing the point? Why aren’t my stories like theirs?!
Why do they hear You all the time while I sit here rambling through prayers?
I am distressed and anxious. I don’t know what to do.
But you are a God much greater than this, and I KNOW that you come thru.
You always have. You always will. You’re faithful to the end.
But God I just don’t know how to make this relationship mend…
- Kayla Johnson