Dehydration.

I am dehydrating myself in worry now.

A moment ago, I was full of laughter and joy.

Trusting.

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

thankfulness.

“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.”]

Photo found here.

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.