Season of drought.

I have to say it has been over a year since my last post. I can honestly say that is has been one of the driest years of my life. I seem further and further away from my faith, yet at the same time I seem closer and closer to something that makes sense. I know that probably sounds heretical, but honestly I look forward to the rejuvenation to come, I just have way too much bagage and history, and hurt that plagues my attempts to draw closer to Jesus.

I wonder if sometimes the business of my life keeps me from having to confront my ownself, as I fear some of the stuff that will need to be shared, confessed, healed, and restored.

For those of you that know me, please be praying that a season or refreshing rain would come sooner than later, and that my heart that at times clings with just the strength of a whisper would be restored with the joy, peace, and care that God has asked of me.

This was written in the utter silence of the late night, with parched lips.