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A part of me fell asleep…a part of me was stagnant…a part of me felt lost, but I couldn’t have told you what it was that was actually lost.
A part of me fell asleep…a part of me was stagnant…a part of me felt lost, but I couldn’t have told you what it was that was actually lost.
It was a statement and a question all wrapped in one; she believed she could do it, but doubted it all at the same time.
The truth is, I need Jesus. I need him to shake these walls and wake me up.
To enter the resting place of his presence requires me to turn from myself and to admit that I need him.
“I know this feels so hard, but you have a responsibility to do the work that you’ve been given to do today…don’t give up,” I told him.
My own self-reliance at work in its finest. An always simmering pot in the middle of the mundane.
This journey of everyday ordinary living doesn’t always feel like a
mountain-top experience, but neither does being on a mountain-top.
I see who I am in the light of His love and the reflection I see of myself in His gaze reminds me that, here, I am complete.
But something began to happen. The more I tried to play, the more my desire increased to hear the written melody flow smoothly through my fingers.