Those walls are surely and slowly coming down. It's one of the most painful things I've allowed to happen to me in a long, long time. Even last night, listening to Chris Tomlin, my heart seized and I was moved enough to want to cry and I stopped myself and then I wondered why. A friend of mine told me he'd pray for me and I immediately dismissed him in my mind and then immediately felt sad that I had. I want to lift my hands in praise last Sunday but still I hesitated.
But then God sits me down at the park for an hour and moves my spirit with a song. He sits me down in a parked car at 1am and stirs my hope through conversation with a friend.
And then after the revelation of yesterday and the crushing stress I've had on my chest lately, I heard this song this morning on the radio:
I'm tired, I'm worn
My heart is heavy
from the work it takes
to keep on breathing
I've made mistakes
I've let my hope fail
my soul feels crushed
by the weight of this world.
And I know that you can give me rest
so I cry out with all that I have left.
...I wanna know a song can rise
from the ashes of a broken life
and all that's dead inside can be reborn
cause I'm worn.
Chris Tomlin, Tenth Avenue North, David Crowder, Kristian Stanfill... you are the voice of my rebuilding... oh man, my future is slowly being revealed with each brick that's taken down...
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