I wonder if this guy was anything like myself. When I tried to understand all this, it was oppressive to me till I entered the sanctuary of God.
Some days I sit in the outer court and bang my head against the door, longing to get in. Looking at my social oddities, my compulsions, my failures as a daughter, my doubts. All that banging around. Longing to get into the inner sanctuary, failing to ask.
How unlogical He is. How I try to understand. Failing to just bask in His faithfulness and character and love. Crazy to think really that He shall be our portion forever. Not fema, not even religious institutions. He alone.
Somehow I have to tattoo this on my heart:
Whom have I in heaven but you? And earth has nothing I desire besides you.
Whom have I in heaven but you? And earth has nothing I desire besides you.
4 comments:
me too, me too, me too.
me three me three me three.
sigh... so true.
me four, me four, me four...
especially the not FEMA part
i love ya
me five, me five, me five...
And He has you right where He wants you.
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