My strength is dried up like a potsherd,
and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;
you lay me in the dust of death. -Ps 22:15
I gotta be honest.
I am tired and beat down.
Seems like I am running in a wheel, always moving, never leaving.
I yearn for wide open spaces, cocktails and sunsets.
I'm tired.
Tired of reading about others vacations.
Tired of growing up children.
Tired of being a referee,
tired of one-way calling.
I yearn for Jesus to return.
I yearn for mountains and streams,
rocks and the quietness of the woods.
My heart aches sometimes for no reason.
It aches other times for good reason
and yet still at other times for my own self-pity.
My outlook is positive
but
some days it's not.
Somedays I wonder.
Wonder why we look at others flaws and ignore our own;
why we demand our way and forget about the other.
I wonder why I am no less of a sinner today than I was yesterday
and some days I still wonder why I live in Florida.
Some days my heart aches for New England.
I am tired.
Tired of being tired.
So I will find strength in my Lord.
But you, O LORD, be not far off;
O my Strength, come quickly to help me. -Ps 22:19
and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;
you lay me in the dust of death. -Ps 22:15
I gotta be honest.
I am tired and beat down.
Seems like I am running in a wheel, always moving, never leaving.
I yearn for wide open spaces, cocktails and sunsets.
I'm tired.
Tired of reading about others vacations.
Tired of growing up children.
Tired of being a referee,
tired of one-way calling.
I yearn for Jesus to return.
I yearn for mountains and streams,
rocks and the quietness of the woods.
My heart aches sometimes for no reason.
It aches other times for good reason
and yet still at other times for my own self-pity.
My outlook is positive
but
some days it's not.
Somedays I wonder.
Wonder why we look at others flaws and ignore our own;
why we demand our way and forget about the other.
I wonder why I am no less of a sinner today than I was yesterday
and some days I still wonder why I live in Florida.
Some days my heart aches for New England.
I am tired.
Tired of being tired.
So I will find strength in my Lord.
But you, O LORD, be not far off;
O my Strength, come quickly to help me. -Ps 22:19
3 comments:
Saying a prayer for you. (and your new hair cut looks great! :) )
This hit home with me too today...I am believing for so much more than my eyes and heart can see...and for you too!
The words you use prove God must be true. You communicate with so much faith that I quake at the rumbling beneath my feet. Sinners are nonexistent if they speak and understand why we are so weak. So don't lose strength for you talk with the Lord of which you speak.
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