I'm wondering how it is that I can still stand through this exhaustion. My weariness surrounds me like a cloak. It comes from all sides. The quietness of peace gets stolen every now and then and I just sit still and watch it all go. The circumstances feel like this brewing storm and I don't know where the wind will carry me. I only follow the way. The path. That anchors me to the Hope that will not disappoint.
The morning bears the truth as it hears my prayer. I find myself into another day of work and toil and hope that God will make all things new. A time of a refreshing. A time of breakthrough. Still, it comes slowly. It comes minute by minute. It's not like a big gust of wind that ruffles the leaves and shakes the trees. No. It creeps like a tiny bird on the grass. It whispers like the sunrise. It passess by like a cloud unnoticed.