Spent– Too Much

 

I think too much.

My wonder causes me to wander to rocky, unsettled paths

where questions grow like weeds,

poking holes in my confidence,

crowding out joy.

 

I stink too much.

This old, carnal rag I drag around,

attached to my will by threads of world,

holds me back and blinds weary eyes to what is

truly true.

 

I sink too much.

This seeking first and worrying not

is swallowed up by circumstance,

and my energy is spent struggling for air in dark deep,

till I remember . . .

that

grace is enough;

death will be swallowed up;

flesh will be made new;

and every darkness even now is overshadowed by unfailing Love.

Open my eyes.

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Proverbs 13:12

Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.

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