I found my self in this place.
This unexpected place of being content in God and in awe of Him and all He has brought me through.
And yet, I find myself in moments to be still so discontent.
But yet, content.
It’s a position that I have found hard to explain
Hard to articulate
Because I know the joy and hope that comes in Christ.
I know what He has done in my life
Broken the chains of oppression on my soul
And I have fallen in love with Him
He who is so filled with love and grace
And yet so perfectly balanced with justice
And in these things I hold tight
These truths I find peace
I find contentment.
But there is a stirring in my heart a longing that I cannot shake.
It’s a cycle of finding myself pouring my heart and longings out to the Lord
Finding myself like Hannah begging God to hear her
I pour it out and give it to God
Then I get busy
I get swept away with life
Caught up in the romance of promises that God whispers to my heart
Then before I know it the aching in my heart stirs again
And my vision slightly blurs
I remind myself
I speak the promises of God
That He guides my steps and has my best at heart
And so the cycle begins once again
But I think that is part of being human