Reading and writing and researching and thinking and reading and writing and researching and thinking has left me stuck. Being stuck is a problem. Maybe I’ve left out the most important part of our relationship, Dear Lord. I’ve not been listening.
In the quiet, in stillness, in whispers I have heard You.
I know You’ve been trying to get through to me, lately, but I haven’t let You in, I’ve not found a place that’s quiet, I’ve not been still, I couldn’t hear your whispers through the noise in my head.
No wonder I’m stuck.
This cursor is blinking at me reminding me to stop, halt, wait on You, Lord.
So I will.
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