I had a hard time sleeping last night. My dad ended up throwing a fit last night and was throwing all of our bathroom towels out last night in a dumpster. For those of you who don’t know–he’s crazy like that regularly. And needless to say it made me restless and I didn’t sleep well. I’ve struggled today wondering once again why I have to live at home, why I couldn’t have a job making more money to move out, why I can’t be married and not living at home, why why why. Tonight as I’m writing this I just want to be covered in and reminded of God’s grace. Not my struggles. Not my frustrations.
I call to you, God, because I’m sure of an answer. So—answer! bend your ear! listen sharp! Paint grace-graffiti on the fences; take in your frightened children who Are running from the neighborhood bullies straight to you.
I’m feeling terrible—I couldn’t feel worse! Get me on my feet again. You promised, remember? When I told my story, you responded; train me well in your deep wisdom. Help me understand these things inside and out so I can ponder your miracle-wonders. My sad life’s dilapidated, a falling-down barn; build me up again by your Word. Barricade the road that goes Nowhere; grace me with your clear revelation. I choose the true road to Somewhere, I post your road signs at every curve and corner. I grasp and cling to whatever you tell me;God, don’t let me down! I’ll run the course you lay out for me if you’ll just show me how.
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