The longings inside crowd together, and I need room for them to breathe. I need help sorting out and making room both externally and internally.
I look around my cluttered home and sit with my cluttered heart and long to run to the computer to click around on cyber-clutter, when you call me to be still and know you.
You call me to do what my hand finds to do. What you put before me. Working out my own salvation; my own calling.
Responsible for my own heart, my own home, my own health.
Please direct me, Father.
Help my to see you and to know what you are doing in me.
Step by step
Day by day