The sun is getting ready to break the dark and yet my eyes rest open at this hour. I forgot how soothing music was as I sit here and try to make a mix CD for a trip tomorrow.
I haven't written here forever, and my writing is raw, rugged and ugly. I'm struggling to write how I feel but one word sums it up: restlessness.
My heart has been tugged in so many directions lately and my body has listlessly followed. I have not accomplished anything. Each blink of my eye carries with it another worry. I have juggled my desires and wants and left my mind, body, and soul restless for something with substance; something real.
Yes, God is good and His presence is as real as it is soothing. Still, I am broken and completely in need of something that will bring my body a soothing rest. I drop my head, lower my shoulders, look up at the ground in front and I whisper out, "I beg...".
I beg.
