The silence.
Perhaps I have been giving too much of myself and I am currently rather drained out, emotionally, physically and mentally. Last night as I prayed to Him, I asked: Father, I don't think I can quite take it anymore.
Thanks Jesus for being there. I am on the verge of tears. Again I wonder what did I do that others can inflict wounds on me with the words they use. And then I find myself somewhere near where I was just about a year ago - the very person I helped just as deftly, and how matter consciously, did and said careless things which lashed painfully at me; or more accurately, who I am. But thank You that Your love still abounds, hugs me to sleep even when my candle is about to blow out. Thank You for blessing me with a sister who seems to understand even when few others do; who stands by just by being there when her 21 year old sister is emotionally dry.
I pray for Your living waters to rush over me, sweep across my being and leave love, grace and power trickling all over me. I need that right now. I think I have to step back. It is never about me, it has always been about You.
Thanks Jesus for being there. I am on the verge of tears. Again I wonder what did I do that others can inflict wounds on me with the words they use. And then I find myself somewhere near where I was just about a year ago - the very person I helped just as deftly, and how matter consciously, did and said careless things which lashed painfully at me; or more accurately, who I am. But thank You that Your love still abounds, hugs me to sleep even when my candle is about to blow out. Thank You for blessing me with a sister who seems to understand even when few others do; who stands by just by being there when her 21 year old sister is emotionally dry.
I pray for Your living waters to rush over me, sweep across my being and leave love, grace and power trickling all over me. I need that right now. I think I have to step back. It is never about me, it has always been about You.
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