As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. -- Isaiah 55:10-11

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Find Me Here

Dear God, find me here...

...in the midst of my shattered dreams. My heart feels broken beyond repair, and all I can see is what isn't. All I see is what is lost.

Give me a vision for where I am going because I don't know.

Oh, God, if you don't speak, I have nothing. If you don't give me strength, I'm going to drown.

I am desperate, and you are silent, and I don't understand.

If you do not abandon me, then how do I not see you? How do I not hear you? Dear God, if you are speaking, speak loud enough for me to hear you over my questions and pain. And if you are being quiet, give me faith to wait...until I hear and know...

...Until you find me...here...
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