Just woke up
- Racing heart
- Out of breath
- Shaking limbs
- Heart pounding
I need a cigarette! I don’t smoke. But that was AWFUL.
- I’m running to You.
- To Your beautiful Words
- To Your magnificent promises that are ALWAYS true
- Soothing. Like warm clothes fresh from the dryer
God, I ask
in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth God come in the flesh
To be useful to the 🌎 here.
I am not the only
parent or teacher or coach or pastor
who hurts this way. Like…
I blew it. I Let them down. I was not (fill in the blank) enough. I see it now, but it’s too late.
That was a horrible experience and I can’t believe I lived through it. Again.
Give my words wings. Use them to
Preach good news to the poor
Bind up the broken hearted
Cause I can’t get over this by myself.
You are ON THE HOOK, God.
I’m heartbroken and waiting and trusting.
That’s what I want.
That’s what I long for.
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