Hey,, there. Just some thoughts born this week. Sunday, I was feeling rather adrift in social anxiety visiting a church group not my own. I will be frank-I really didn’t feel very much inclined to be there. 😏
Actually, I desperately longed for escape, but, being as I was there for my husband’s sake, I took a deep breath and prayed hard I could stay the course.
And then, there came praise and worship…. No magical cure by any means, but as I quietly pushed on word by word, I was reminded of and bolstered by His ever-steady presence.
Today as the struggle and the ponder continues, I am having to remind myself He is there…
God, sometimes, the connection
Between You and me comes
Flowing like clean and cloudless
Sweet and easy and free.
And sometimes, there rolls a storm
Across the skies,
Causing in me a need
To fight for praise,
Through pensive night and drudge of
A tooth and nail session,
In order to gain possession of all
That You have granted is mine
And all that You desire for me to be.
Ah, I know it’s not You, Lord
That shifts away the sunlight in these
Rather, these moments are just
Of the human frailty through which I
Some days are darker,
Harder to find the spark for.
Then, it becomes a seeking,
A beseeching thing,
Knowing when to press ferociously
Into the fray
Or when to simply lay aside my
And rest my heart in whispered
What it is to humbly pray…
Oh, how I love when the praise just
And I joyfully raise my already
So uncomplicated by care!
Yet, I find I treasure the praise that
When it is the fiercely fought for,
And I find again Your hand to help me
Blessings and prayers, dear friends. Thanks for the read. ❤