My days are a blurred. They are consumed with activity, with to do lists, with endless tasks. The quota has increased. The amount of bricks required daily has escalated and my straw has decreased; Exodus 5:6-9. This has made for long hours, a tired body & a mind that’s hazy from lack of rest. Whenever I ceased activity, I pray. Pray for clarity; pray for rest; pray for dying of self. He has heard me as He comforts my weary soul.
Due to my haze, I have been unable to define my circumstances. Since my Lord is so kind, He has shown me mercy by revealing why my soul is heavy, why my heart aches, why whenever I am in his presence all he hears is mourning. I live in captivity. With oppression and compulsion as allies.
I finally know what to utter when I am in the presence of my Lord. I asked for deliverance. I asked for an end. I am asking for exodus. I might not see the waters of the Nile turn to blood, nor any of the other plagues. But I know that I will be delivered, and as I wait in front of the wall of the city for the doors to be opened so I may walk free, I hope. For you see, I would have despaired unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the LORD, in the land of the living; Psalm 27:13. So I wait on the Lord; Psalm 27:14.
Copyright 07/2011
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