Private Places

I can hardly wait to get away from people, to be alone with the Lord. The pain of the world screams at me like an accusation, wanting me to stumble in my belief. Entering the door of my home, I close it behind me, falling upon my knees. Once more I let the wreckage of my heart be loosed in tears and words I don’t understand.

Contending for promises, I am relentless in my hope, refusing to be silenced in the prayers I offer. I remember this sacrifice, a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart. I remember how God will not despise this offering. In time I rise once more to take in deep breaths. Restoration begins in this most private of places.

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