More than a feeling

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Three blog posts sit on my dashboard, waiting to be finished.  


Posts started and stopped.  In transition.  


I've tried to write.  Everything sounds flat and empty.  


This one isn't coming out right either.


I have nothing to say and lots to say.  


My heartfelt words would be angry, sorrowful, and tired.  


Sometimes it's best to remain silent instead of ranting, speaking things that should remain unspoken.  And other times it's important to give a voice to all of the stuff of normal life.  


I've been here so many times, I've lost count.  So, I will try to be open about this "place" I now find myself in.  


Bear with me.  If you're the praying kind, speak to Him for me, will you? 


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A few days ago I sat in an empty church, on the floor.

Waiting.

Waiting to hear from You.

I wondered what I'd find in the silence.

I listened to the wind outside and the hum of the furnace.

I closed my eyes, hoping to find You there.

You whispered, "Angie, you cannot live on a feeling".

I've heard these words before from You.  Whispered into my heart one Sunday in church as I shared communion.

I heard You....... but I never listened.

This last year has been wonderful, full of revelations, faith challenging, religion collapsing.

Perhaps I need time to soak everything in.  Maybe I've been holding too tightly to the new while still also grasping the old.  Legalism is a tough old habit to break.

I need to stop and wait.



Yet, the strength of those who wait with hope in the Lord
will be renewed.
They will soar on wings like eagles.
They will run and won't become weary.
They will walk and won't grow tired.  
Isaiah 40:31


I wait and You renew.  But You can't do Your job if I'm too busy to do mine.  I just need to wait.

Comments

  1. AnonymousDecember 1, 2011 at 9:49 PM

    Amen. I need to do that too. :/ Thanks for this. I needed it.

    Krista

    ReplyDelete
  2. Sheila PalmerDecember 2, 2011 at 9:23 PM

    Praying!

    ReplyDelete

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