Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Go

He misses me. I can feel it.
I miss Him too.

Why does this life always seem to distract me from the things that are dearest? Why is it such an effort

to stop

when it's really all I want to do.

But I keep going -- we all do -- because sometimes stopping just isn't an option and because sometimes

we are afraid to.

Does it prove something to everyone else, to me, if I keep going? What is on the other side of busy? Perhaps I am afraid to look.

What does He think? Is He trying to tell me to stop, or is He giving me the strength to keep going? I'm not sure.

It doesn't feel right -- eyes burning, stomach churning, patience fleeting -- yet the train must keep running.

As least for now.

What does He think?

Maybe I should take the time to stop and ask Him. I mean really ask Him.

I think I will.

~Linking up with Just Write...

3 comments:

Adventures In Babywearing said...

I need to, too.

Steph

Ivey League Mama said...

It's so hard, isn't it? Oof.

Herb of Grace said...

Wow. I could have written this myself, yesterday. Last night I took some time to read and pray. Makes a difference, no?