Abba,
It is an awkward place in which I sit, stand, and lie…pushing Comfort away…then tapping on its shoulder. Too confusing for Comfort? It must be and I am sorry for that.
My mind words, images and make-believe conversations rush like the Hoover Dam broke loose.
I can talk to lots of folks but they aren’t even in the room. Still, the dialogue runs like a winding road. Real and imagined phrases like stones to scramble over. Stones yet to be smoothed from water’s wearing.
But Your water will wash over me again and fill all the cracked places and natural crevices. Your friend Job ~ that scary Ancient? He called You, a “watcher of men” and was a burden even for his own back to carry.
Yes, messy man Job, the tome I feared most and mostly avoided. Now I am stuck with you in a weird place…messing around in the dark.
Oh Abba, I think my honest words are ok with you. My freshman year request is often on my lips ~ “Now let the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable in Your sight…”
Oh, yes, Lord! Strength. Place and person of Redemption.
My love to you this morning!
(photo by Linda Charlene)

*freshman year request – As a college student, Psalm 19:14 was our chapel benediction.