What can I here, today,
LORD? The help from
my sister up the stairs,
the ask if I’d like chocolate
milk, the eggo waffles put in
front of me. This breeze blows
& I watch the leaves fall to the ground.
Are you unveiling me too?
How much I need to see You enjoy me,
LORD? You laugh
over me, you sing, this child is mine, oh I
delight in everything she b
I totally meant to put “enjoy” at the beginning but realized I didn’t half way through. This week has been I don’t even know. Hard. Hard to be in the moment & then once you are, something comes and derails your spirit. The liar comes and whispers that this is it, whatever you experienced last week, forget that. You still struggled. You still were afraid to ask for help, too much. Don’t want to be a burden. And then you want to hide away and shut all people out. But Jesus continues to whisper: this isn’t the end. And friends check on you. They send out scripture in the middle of the night and tell you they’d like to hug you and you don’t have to fight this depression alone and they are praying for you. Even people you don’t know well are praying. And they are listening. And your cat is kneading you, and pawing the door at night to come in and though you don’t let her in, she still stays close. Really when you are in the valley and have no clue where you are going, Jesus is tightly holding on to you even when you’re not sure, don’t take the time to really SEE he is good.
Please help me see this truth over and over, Abba. Especially now when I went to let go.