I’m Not Moving

As full as my life can be I also have times of inexpressible sorrows. Nothing outwardly is wrong but inside there is just a crushing going on. My logical mind can’t wrap itself around what may be happening and as I try to diagnose my heart’s emotional frailty I start guessing at what I need to do in order to “get by”.

Still I let go of my old ways of comforting my soul and seek out the presence of my heavenly Father. On my face will I be until a lifting of the heaviness moves off. I confess openly, I prefer the joy of the Lord to these moments of sorrow, but I will not be moved from the one who comforts me in my brokenness.

Ps 119:50  My comfort in my suffering is this: Your promise preserves my life

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