The glow of the alarm clock revealed it was 5:30 a.m. The atmosphere was dark as night; a white chill hovered in the air above my nest of blankets. With heart pounding, I popped open my laptop and began to read my devotions. An ominous feeling still clung to the air and swirled around my heart causing great anxiety.
Since I had several hours to kill, I brought out my winter clothes and set to work organizing them. Before long it was 8:30 a.m. and work was only 1/2 hour away. I plunged into the office with optimism until I read my e-mail. My day's assignment was to produce 7 copies of strategic recruiting notes. By 6:30 p.m. the project was done. I was forced to miss Wednesday's Bible study and found myself waiting at what was supposed to be a fast food restaurant. After 20 minutes waiting in line, I was finally seated at a murky table smeared with last week's ketchup
It had been the kind of day that was nerve splitting and tiresome. Weariness was filling me heart. All I wanted to do was to come home to someone, to someone who cared. I knew that wasn't possible. This was my burden to bear alone. Tonight as I type I whisper a prayer within my heart, paste a stamp on it and send it off to heaven. I pray tomorrow will be more encouraging. After 3 1/2 years of sorrow - Lord I need a little joy. Can you send a joyful rain or even just a sprinkle?
I whisper another prayer - Lord help me to stand to true to Your testimonies and to what I am in You regardless of the cost.
You promised You would put the solitary in families. You promised. I'm still believing…just weary tonight.
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