But I have calmed and quieted myself, I am like a weaned child with its mother; like a weaned child I am content. — Psalm 131:2
This is one of those days. When I sit down in front of the computer. My fingers itching to tap on the computer keyboard. Hoping to fill the blank computer screen in front of me. Yet my brain couldn’t seem to command them to do so.
This is one of those days. When my spirit is high and my drive to write is ignited. Yet I couldn’t seem to find the right words to express my thoughts— There certainly are a lot of them… And perhaps my brain is all jammed up with words… That it can no longer seem to sort through them…
My brain is filled with so many things— Inner turmoil. I am not sure if it’s due to too much coffee… Or my own doubts about the future. Or perhaps both.
I sit in silence Do you feel my presence? I’m here… Attentive. Receptive. What’s in your heart? Tell me… I’m all ears.
I typed these words a while ago… Not knowing what to do with them… Or how to incorporate them into this post. Yet I was certain they belonged here somewhere.
Inner turmoil… Confusion…
I shut my eyes from the world. Inhaling and exhaling… I opened my eyes with my mind still spinning… Searching for that one thing which will put all the madness to rest… The Psalm of Trust.
I read. Suddenly I was embraced by quiet. And my inner storm calmed by the Scripture.
I sit in silence Do you feel my presence? I’m here… Attentive. Receptive. What’s in your heart? Tell me… I’m all ears.
He has spoken to me.
