I am dehydrating myself in worry now.
A moment ago, I was full of laughter and joy.
Heart unattached in every way.
The next – I am dry to the bone.
Seduced by Worrisome’s way.
Dehydrated. Like skin married to
muscle and bone. Restricted in
movement. Liberation deferred.
It has marred my ability to see.
My ability to respond. My ability to
receive or to love. My ability for joy.
My ability to LIVE.
I envision a healthy human body lying on
the earth and slowly his body turns from
healthy to leather to sand.
Philippians 4:6 says not to worry about
anything but in everything … pray, telling
God what you need and give thanks for
all He has done.
So this flesh that already seems destroyed
by fret now must be crucified even more –
to allow a response to flow in joy and
“Then you will experience God’s peace, which
exceeds anything we can understand. His peace
will guard your hearts and minds as you live in
Christ Jesus.” - Philippians 4:7
I have been waiting for the roof to drop out. And
You are telling me that what I see as the roof is
nowhere close to what the roof truly is…And even
so, You say, “It will never drop out.”]
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Quench my thirst, God, with Your love.
You are my only hope. You, I thirst for.
Come and quench this dry body. Quench me with
Your sweet, unfailing, powerful Love.