Photo credits to the lovely Rune.
My musings have been soft. For a mind with a lot running through, it has few wishful thoughts. Difficulties have discouraged me and my only breather is knowing of the many blessings in my life. Many times a day, I attempt to silence the negativity rushing through the veins in my head, alongside my blood.
I sit and just listen.
I close my eyes and concentrate on how the air feels against my skin as I choke on my tears. I have never given much thought to it, but isn’t it refreshing? The cool air against a face drenched in tears? I picture the Lord breathing close to me, His very presence devouring my heart ache. Leaving it behind me in crumbs. Pulling me close into a comforting embrace. Reminding me of what joy and hope I find in Him. I grasp this and firmly plant it in my heart. I wish to nourish this growth.
A week, it has been. More days, really. Every morning I wake to a distressed nausea. My heart is weak and begs for the selfishness called giving up. I seek help because I wish not to go down with this ship.
So I lift my eyes unto the hills. Where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth.