bringing forth

Some are longwinded, some short and abrupt; some digress, some are but rhetorics;
some are polite, some hollow and sweet; many are insufficient and many are inexperienced - and hence immature, confused, confusing.
but those which come from Him, few when compared to the proliferate issuing from others' mouths, are thoughtful and deliver more than our questions, and thoughts, asked for.

I had questions and I wanted answers. Answers. Why did it seem like there were none? A few entries back I was bemoaning the dryness in my life, the joy which has seemed to seep out of my body through rivers I did not even know were sucking my lifeline out of me.
He gave me Psalm 51 on Sunday and I was to pray on it if I believed it spoke to me. I did. Afterall I had no idea what better to do.

Create in me a pure heart, O God,
and renew a steadfast spirit within me.
Do not cast me from your presence
or take your Holy Spirit from me.
Restore to me the joy of your salvation
and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.

Have I lost the direction where the wellspring is calling me from? Am I... lost? My only sacrifice is a broken spirit and a broken and contrite heart. What more can I give? I am so broken and, if it could not be worse, I only just realised I was. I was almost a pauper, with a comfortable life and material possessions, but a desperate aching heart that needed an outpouring once more.

Restore - there was a store of joy within me, small but willing and ready. But was it enough to sustain? Like our bodies are intelligent creations that know how to slow down operations in order to conserve what energy remains; the joy was sufficient but it has, because of some of my wanton actions, become all but a paltry bumbling brook.

Psalms is not just a book of calling out to God in our deepest distresses. It is above all a Book of Praises. No matter how many times David wails, pleads and groans, he always ends his prayer with praise. Giving thanks, and thanks again, and again.

And He answers, through His Spirit dwelling deep within me. He is the source of all comfort and where joy resides in. That is why joy brings restful peace for it comes from an abundant, ever-giving source. Jesus.
Who gives the most unusual answers.

poetic
evocative
expressed through a deeply felt desire to worship
to praise
a compelling need to write
what I read
understanding begets understanding

His answers are all done through, and lived through, me. I become His answers to me. There is no confusion. How can there be if there exists no one or thing who can interfere? His answers take the longest time to be completely revealed, and the shortest to know what has to be said.

The answers are there but do I hear them? It took me two nights to receive it in uncontested entirety. This time from Isaiah 12

I will praise you, Lord.
Although you were angry with me,
your anger has turned away
and you have comforted me.
Behold, God is my salvation;
I will trust and not be afraid:
for the Lord JEHOVAH is my strength and my song;
he has become my salvation.
With joy you will draw water
from the wells of salvation.

That is His answer to me.