God, how I need You to come and rescue me today.
Another short night--I could have done that one better,
but...I didn't
Then, and this is the 2nd time in a few weeks--on top of a short night,
an email...just before heading to sleep
And now I 'm exhausted, brain-dead, and hurting
My brain won't go to work, just gravitates to online forums, conversations
Nothing that renews energy or perspective.
I need to get this down to a more efficient pace
Hurt, recognize, analyze and cry it out...
In the hurt I run to other things
I see the folly of other things...
Oh God, come and meet me
hold me
heal me
Yesterday--and a few days before
Were so good, so hopeful
I almost thought I had turned a corner
On the way to joy and hope
And competently facing
Even to having energy again
And then this...a perfect storm
I cry out to You
My Refuge
My Deliverer
My Dwelling place
