I keep my foot on the accelerator peddle.
I am impatient.
I am anxious.
I am agitated.
I want my prayers answered.
Not an hour from now
or a day from now
or a month from now
now.
I want to go fast
My heart is racing
I am out of the starting blocks
without much thought
only with the notion to move.
I want to go fast.
But it is hard to go fast
when you are broken
torn and tattered.
Limping isn’t the same
in a sprint.
But I am constantly reminded to
two of the hardest words for me to accept.
how can I ‘be’
when my identity is threadbare and fragile?
how can peace rule me
when all I know is the storm?
I cry out to you oh God.
please answer me.
remove from me any evidence of sin
restore me
revive me
deliver me from the enemy
lay waste to the darkness,
destroy the lies
banish the liar forever
and cast your all consuming light on us.
deliver us
heal us
restore us
We do not want to live in this storm
I know you have called us to
so much more than this.
Still.
here we are.
Pastor's Ponderings 
Thank you for this.
Enjoy your writings, but this one today ‘hit the mark’.
Continued blessings in your ministry.
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