I have been looking high and low for something substantial. Something everlasting. Something. I have been digging for this treasure in all the wrong places. In mud pits, dust bunny caves...under big rocks, in-between pea gravel, and on those microscopic blades of razor sharp grass.
I was coming up empty.
Only paper cuts made by grass, dirt under my finger nails, mug cakes on my knees, and a runny nose.
None of this helped to fill in the hole I had aching in the center of my chest. The feeling was dull, but it was a stabbing pain.
You know; the kind of pain you feel when you're missing someone and wish they were there with you.
That pain would come and go.
It was a lonely kind of pain, because I didn't know the cause or the cure.
And that's when He reached for me.
He stretched out His mighty hand and quieted that feeling in my chest.
He showed me what it was like to be at peace; to be reassured that He was in control.
He quieted all my fears.
And when I am lonely. He's there, reaching out to me.
What love is this?!
I, for the first time, feel like there is a possibly of feeling whole.
reach for me, and never let go!
i need your love, strength, and friendship.
Take my life.
Take my burdens.
i am yours alone, Lord.
I love you "plus que ma propre vie".