on my way

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So it's Sunday. I should be with my father. Less distractions. maybe I'll find Him today.
Longing. unfulfilled longing. Your timing is good, your ways are good, I know it, I know it. It just feels so bad.
Only Your overflowing fullness gives me anything to offer. How can I spill out when I feel I've only got a few drops in me?

so often we grow tired. I am.
maybe this is for you, maybe this is for me.

For the one who is tired:

Dear heart, God does not say today, 'Be strong!'
He knows your strength is spent, He knows how long
The road has been, how weary you have grown;
For he who walked the earthly roads alone,
Each bogging lowland and each long, steep hill,
Can understand and so he says, 'Be still
And know that I am God.' The hour is late
And you must rest awhile and you must wait
Until life's empty reservoirs fill up
As slow rain fills an empty upturned cup.
Hold up your cup, dear child, for God to fill,
He only asks today that you be still.

Grace N. C.


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