Broken. Inside. Asking why doesn’t reveal answers, at least answers I am ready to receive.
Hurt. Physical ache in my heart.
Heading in the right direction? Or heading in the wrong direction?
Satisfaction is not in sight. Everything I do is not enough. Not enough in my own eyes.
There is a plug, holding back creativity, joy, contentedness.
A fountain of frustration and anger wants to erupt.
What will come out?
Is the frustration with others or myself?
I think myself.
Expectations. Too high? God has very high expectations.
Maybe too low? I hadn’t thought of that. Perhaps if the expectations are raised I will push hard. Push past the plug.
PUSH - Pray Until Something Happens.
Prayer, the communication with God that erupts from deep within your spirit, not from your mind. The mind is a swirling mass of information taken in over a lifetime, some good, but most useless. The useless is what gets attention. It is time to change that.
What makes sense? My life doesn’t right now. I have everything, but feel nothing. Nothing because, right now, in this moment, I am not producing for the Kingdom. I will not find satisfaction until I return to my first love. Until I relent to the work of my fingers on a keyboard, or pen on paper, pulling words from the fount of God’s eternal supply.
Hurt. Physical ache in my heart.
Heading in the right direction? Or heading in the wrong direction?
Satisfaction is not in sight. Everything I do is not enough. Not enough in my own eyes.
There is a plug, holding back creativity, joy, contentedness.
A fountain of frustration and anger wants to erupt.
What will come out?
Is the frustration with others or myself?
I think myself.
Expectations. Too high? God has very high expectations.
Maybe too low? I hadn’t thought of that. Perhaps if the expectations are raised I will push hard. Push past the plug.
PUSH - Pray Until Something Happens.
Prayer, the communication with God that erupts from deep within your spirit, not from your mind. The mind is a swirling mass of information taken in over a lifetime, some good, but most useless. The useless is what gets attention. It is time to change that.
What makes sense? My life doesn’t right now. I have everything, but feel nothing. Nothing because, right now, in this moment, I am not producing for the Kingdom. I will not find satisfaction until I return to my first love. Until I relent to the work of my fingers on a keyboard, or pen on paper, pulling words from the fount of God’s eternal supply.
