Thursday, March 10, 2011
106 miles Round trip.
Desire. craving to be wanted, to love really.
Searching. high and low for this, in every place but THE place where I knew I would find it.
Ceasing. the fleeing feet of my soul coming to an abrupt stop; still, silent. I am standing now, but not for long.
Repenting. a literal turn from where I had strayed to. the branch recognizing its tie to the vine.
Restoration. to the one whose hands hold my heart, to the one who placed these deep seeded desires in my soul, to the one who filled those longings with himself this evening.
God search me and know me, lead me in the way everlasting.