Questions..
so many..
roundabout,
high,
low,
questions.
Do I seek correction
or comfort.
An uneasy quiet
surrounds me..
the mists of what is not yet..
and me?
I nervously look toward
all that troubles me.
so many..
roundabout,
high,
low,
questions.
Do I seek correction
or comfort.
An uneasy quiet
surrounds me..
the mists of what is not yet..
and me?
I nervously look toward
all that troubles me.
posted by Unknown at 5:32 pm
1 Comments:
Geoff - I heard it said once that it's not about knowing the answers to all the questions it's about knowing Him. For me, the more I am still before Him just trying to see what He's doing and hear what He's saying the more the questions dissipate and are drowned out by the comfort of His love for me. He's always doing that and saying it over and over. He loves me. He loves you too and nothing else really matters in the long run. Sounds simple. It's not. But is is simpler than we'd like to make it.
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