My heart is heavy this morning as I purpose to press in, to be still, to wait. There are so many reasons why I could have gone on about my life, pushing aside all that waits for me here. My house is in complete disarray, I am weary from circumstances, and I wonder where He’s been in the midst of it all.
Does He really see me?
Will He deliver me?
Can I really be filled with life and hope again?
Perhaps I can’t see Him here in the midst of my mess because I haven’t allowed myself to slow down enough to receive Him. I shudder to think of the missed moments that have slipped by, glimmers of hope offered but not taken. I long to slow down, to come, to wait with expectancy