i pulled the hood over my head, sitting cross-legged on my bed, night having long settled in.
i'd been feeling this stuffy-feeling in my chest most of the day, but at the moment it felt like a lead-weight around my heart.
and i realized with surprise..
it was sadness.
not a beautiful or tragic sadness
just a human one
for the people hurting in my life
for relationships not the way God intended them
for hearts bruised
and hearts lost
my own heart yearns so much for them to be healed and found.
"Your hear, O Lord, the desire of the afflicted; you encourage them, and you listen to their cry." -Psalm 10:17
i cannot see the end results,
sort it all out,
my fingers splay-out in front of me, blind in the dark
my Heavenly Father's right there if i wasn't too proud to take His hand.
i'm not,
one sad, tired, and weak hand isn't much to offer
but He takes it.


























