You know that feeling when you've left it sooo long to call that friend back?
You know you meant to pick up the phone. wanted to write. hoped to connect... but life kept ticking the moments away.
Now it's just plain awkward.
How to start again?
...
Sometimes I get like that with God.
Half-hearted or distracted prayers.
Hurried glances through scriptures.
Singing praise songs with my daughter... but not from my heart.
I start to feel stretched thin. hollow. dry.
I'm more depressed.distressed.distracted.
Now it's just plain awkward.
How to start again?
...
I sing.
I sang a simple song of love, to my Saviour.
It wasn't easy at first.
My heart resisted.
Like hard dry ground that repels the rain.
But, I kept on singing a prayer.
And grace rained down.
My heart softened.
The spirit heaved up within me.
As though coming up for air. after drowning for so long.
Submerged in daily distractions.
Rejected for other attractions.
Prayer is more intimate than lovers.
It strips back the covers.
Shows the truth of my heart.
This is where I start.
I am born. again.
amazed by grace,
Mel ;o)
