Dry
I am empty and dry. I feel like the leaves, my stem withering and threatening to fall.
I have had so many things I have wanted to say, but I just can't afford the output right now.
I miss fullness.
J
Celebrating the Goodness That is Deeper Than Evil... J. Philip Newell
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"I miss fullness." Me too. You're not alone. Maybe an emptiness we can notice creates the necessary hunger for more. So many walk in it unawares. In dryness acknowledged there is hope.
my heart breaks for you... because i am in that emptiness, too. and it seems selfish for my heart to break just for me.
jaime, you are my friend. I sit with you in this dry place, in prayer, in love.
Did you read gloria's post today...it is rich. Be blessed my friend. There are so many of us together in this shifting place.
I thought of you today in prayer as I gathered fall leaves into a bed for my grandchildren and I to rest from our play. Blessings to you J.
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