This verse has come up twice today. Always interesting. It leaves you wondering what God is trying to get through – and does he infact even work that way…?
I want some space so badly, space to think, to sleep, to pray, to just be as introvertish as I like. Some time to do nothing. I’m only on here to process my head. It’s this or sleep and I need to dump somewhere. Somehow I used to find time for all that. Where oh where has it gone!? Quiet. I so desperately need it. It isn’t doing me or anyone around me any good and I’m sitting in this odd cycle of no real spare useful me time and I’m hating it.