anxiousFull day ahead at the office: tapes to mail, an Order of Worship to prepare, e-mails to send, and a billion loose ends to inventory and begin to tie. I'm not daunted— my heart is simply elsewhere.
I wish...
Moment by moment I debate whether silence or speech would be more damning to me. Currently, I opt for silence, my best effort to do no harm. Make no mistake: my heart is not so quiet. God is God and I am not. My questions, my petitions, my hurts, and my hopes are for Him— may I be kept from breaking another by trying to lay a crushing burden on mortal shoulders.
What are You doing, Lord? Why have You placed me here and brought my wild heart to life?
