Oh, Dear Lord, finally a moment to sit and write.
A moment to put the pen to the paper
And let the ink release all that longs to be free.
Why do I feel this kind of need?
I am not sure, but it is just so much of who I am.
The writer You have designed in me
Can’t breathe any other way.
You have that power over me,
And I love needing You in any way.
I can trust You with my heart,
My soul, my needs, and my feelings.
You know that I am scared.
You know that I’m eager,
But am so earnestly trying to be patient
And enjoy the peacefulness.
How can I figure which way to go?
How do I know I’m doing the right thing?
How do I know I’m doing enough?
How do I know I’m doing too much?
How do I know I have let go and am trusting You?
I must pray and trust that I have and that I am.
Thank You for being here for me.
It was great to be able to come to You.

1-28-18 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire