The floods of my life...
Well, I once started to write the story of my life about 8 years ago...it started out about walking all along the ocean and how I loved the sand on the waters edge that was real smooth because all the waves crashed and ran up the beach and once it went away left a very smooth waters edge that took all the footprints away.
I know my life has been a series of wave crashing smoother...I wrote, sounds so beautiful, but what I failed to mention was that I had been tossled and tossed by all the waves and nearly drowned on my way to the smooth spot.
Why? Sometimes i am left standing here just with a why. Why did this happen? Why that?
I guess I am not supposed to have all the answers, because then I would not continue to keep going to You to answer all my questions. I have to be ok with not knowing it all. I know that only You should know the answer to all of my questions, but it has been hard for me to give up that controlling part of me.
I feel a little bit beat up from the day yesterday. The whole flood thing really left me standing there just saying why? I did not sense and answer, so I guess You are not going to tell me on this one. Just when I thought I did not have to go back out into that deep water, You send me there again for another swim to shore.
Help me be a strong swimmer.
Did I mention I would rather be sitting in my Adirondack chair at the waters edge reading a good book?
Please let that be me real soon.
I know my life has been a series of wave crashing smoother...I wrote, sounds so beautiful, but what I failed to mention was that I had been tossled and tossed by all the waves and nearly drowned on my way to the smooth spot.
Why? Sometimes i am left standing here just with a why. Why did this happen? Why that?
I guess I am not supposed to have all the answers, because then I would not continue to keep going to You to answer all my questions. I have to be ok with not knowing it all. I know that only You should know the answer to all of my questions, but it has been hard for me to give up that controlling part of me.
I feel a little bit beat up from the day yesterday. The whole flood thing really left me standing there just saying why? I did not sense and answer, so I guess You are not going to tell me on this one. Just when I thought I did not have to go back out into that deep water, You send me there again for another swim to shore.
Help me be a strong swimmer.
Did I mention I would rather be sitting in my Adirondack chair at the waters edge reading a good book?
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