Sometimes, it’s difficult to put into words the emotions I feel when I look upon nature’s beauty. This is the closest I could get tonight, and yet, it still doesn’t reflect quite what I wanted to say:
Slowly, evening painted delicate strokes of lavender over the horizon.
I am a work in progress.
I haven’t been trusting in you.
The months since my job let me go have been long and silent, filled with nonsensical buzzing that seems muted at best.
I want to wake up out of this silence and experience the radiance before me.
I want to hear the songs in my heart.
I want to sing them aloud, not fearing the thoughts of those who hear me.
I want to taste with my eyes the very colors you layered the earth with like never before.
Jesus, wake me out of this stupor.
Lord, in your holy name, in Christ’s name, by the power of the Risen Lamb
I am free.
Sipping coffee when the overwhelming sense of inadequacy falls over me.
I can’t breathe.
With a pounding pulse
my eyes blur the images before me –
will I ever know what it means to be passionate?
To know the fulfillment and satisfaction
of working with my hands,
finding what I’m meant to do,
what I’m here for –
will I ever get to this?