To You.

My heart is overwhelmed. It could burst with a million thoughts. It begs to drag me down a million question-lined paths.

There are wounds here. Many I can name, and many I cannot. There are hopes and fears and dreams here. Many I can speak, and many I can only whisper.

I have questions, and hard ones at that. And while I want some answers, I mostly need some comfort.

And with my face scrunched in worry and confusion,

I turn my eyes to You.

And ask that you lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.

Let the storms swirl around my feet. Let the darkness settle below.

But let me plant me feet on Your solid Self.



"When my heart is overwhelmed lead me to the Rock that is higher than I" Psalm 61:2