Last night I rolled over in bed and typed this into my phone. It's not a song, and I'm not astute enough to qualify it as poetry... I guess it could be called creative journalling. I think I might start posting some of these "stream of thought" type notes:
I thought I knew I what to do, but I don't. Fleeting moments of peace are now endangered in the thick cloud that sits like a sponge on my head, heavy and wet, soaking up focus and clarity. I thought I knew what to do, but I don't. I crane my consciousness to see what lies beyond, but it's muffled and dark. I can only see my feet, two ragged stubs jutting out below my kneecaps. I'm out of options. I put one in front of the other and pray there is no cliff.
Hey! I just thought that I'd share a few verses with you:
ReplyDeleteMatthew 11:28- Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.
Isaiah 58:11- The LORD will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame.
You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail.
James 1:5- If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him.
John 14:27- Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.
I just want to encourage you to look to God for strength and peace and direction. God is so good and he is so faithful!! =)
Wow im glad your wrote this today its exactly how iv been feeling the last couple days. Have a wonderful day keep writing Matt =)
ReplyDeleteInteresting thoughts, I've been doing that for years too, just jotting down things that float into my head, once in awhile I actually finish them, though not very often! I'm glad to see you are keeping busy!
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ReplyDeleteglad i'm not the only one that practices "creative journaling" on their iphone late at night.. i feel a little less weird now
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