Sometimes, when I can’t pray, I write. It’s a step that sometimes helps me find the thing that is stuck in my heart, the thorn that is keeping me from Him. Sometimes it’s sin, sometimes it’s just confusion, sometimes it’s pain.
What I know today is that there is this restlessness inside my soul, that is shifting around more and more each day, making me too uncomfortable to ignore for much longer. Sometimes it feels like an ache, sometimes like rage, mostly like desperation.