Quiet Struggle

and a prayer request

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I’ve been quiet because sometimes the battles of life leave you gasping for air, and it’s all you can do to keep inhaling, exhaling, inhaling, exhaling.

I’ve been quiet because sometimes there are no words, just groanings and a deep ache.

Trust is shattered, and care is neglected, and though I have everything I need in the Lord, the human hurt still hurts. This embodied living can’t skip the purgation. The wounds still bleed crimson. The scars still take time to mend— a painful, itchy process.

I pray through the Psalms. Today was Psalm 62:

“I wait quietly before God,
for my victory comes from him.
² He alone is my rock and my salvation,
my fortress where I will never be shaken.

³ So many enemies against one man—
all of them trying to kill me.
To them I’m just a broken-down wall
or a tottering fence.
⁴ They plan to topple me from my high position.
They delight in telling lies about me.
They praise me to my face
but curse me in their hearts…”

And I am grateful for Spirit-given words when my own fail.

So, if you have a moment to lift up a prayer for me, I would be grateful!