Once again, forgive me for not writing in this more. I’ve had ideas planned for posts, but haven’t had the time to get to it. This one struck me as more urgent, or maybe it’s more necessary for me to let it out.
Sometimes, sometimes I feel so overwhelmed.. To the point of sweat from my own thoughts, stresses and nerves combined… And when I think I can’t get a release from it, there appears an answer.
Well it came at (what better place than) church tonight. A multitude of answers to my rambling list of grievances. Not just answers, but answers of suffice substance, ones that make me accept truth - though it’s very difficult.
I’ve had to have many wake-up calls throughout the years, I suppose this is just another. However, this one brings something new and something that I feel I can’t give up on. All of us know it is a narrow road to so return. To slap myself in the face and restrain my hands, that must be a primary step. For all these thoughts, forever roaming my head like little armies in formation: there’s always been one voice and ear alike that acts like their cubby when channelled through my lips. I see my cracked, calloused hands and I see his; we’re as far off as can be. I swear I’m sorry, I have never been a superior and never will be one. We have this one life.
It’s strange how our superior-being comes to us at the opportune moments.
"El Shaddai, Elyon no Adonai"