EYES ABOVE THE WAVES!
And I will call upon Your name; keep my eyes above the waves and when oceans rise, my soul will rest in Your embrace for I am Yours and You are mine.
DEPRESSION, DESPAIR, BROKENNESS
TO THE BROKENHEARTED…
I’m 16 years old, sitting in the dark, on my dirty clothes hamper, singing this song I wrote, to my hairbrush. My heart is broken, I have no reason to live. All alone, despair chokes the air I breathe.
WHY DO I FEEL SO SAFE?
Lord, some days I’m exhausted with the weight of having to have all the right answers; the weight of worry for loved ones to move in the right direction; the weight of anxiety to make the right choices for myself.
WHERE WERE YOU, CHRISTMAS? WHY COULDN’T I FIND YOU?
Can’t breathe from all the busyness; Exhausted to the point of being numb; Sad from memories gone by; Strangled, I allowed my “stuff” to block your peace. This was a hard Christmas. Too busy to take time with you. I just put you on speed dial and ran along my merry way – only until I couldn’t run anymore.
WHY DOES IT HURT TO BECOME A PEARL?