I am Mary and I”m Martha all at the same time.

I am sitting at His feet, and yet I’m dying to be recognized.

I am the picture of contentment and I am dissatisfied.

Why is it easy to work but hard to rest sometimes?

I’m restless and I rustle like a thousand tall trees.

I’m and I wake in search of You.  Oh, but try as I might I just can’t catch You.  But I want to.  Cause I need you.  Oh how long?  How long until I’m home?  Because I’m so tired of running.  Oh How long until You come for me?  Because I ‘m so tired, so tired of running. 

This is not a lament of a heart that is depressed but a heart that longs for the full reign of Christ.  I get tired of being of where things are not right.   Where are hearts are hard and hurting.  Playing in the mud puddles instead of the vast ocean.  A life of contradictions we cannot escape but being captured of the Grace that only can fill our hearts.


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