I feel like I'm caught up in a spiritual whirlwind.
Everything feels unstable.
A momentary lapse in judgment has opened up a can of worms.
And it turns out inside the can, underneath the worms was a whole hornets' nest.
A nest full of history, old hurts, frustrations, questions and fears.
It sucks.
On top of it, all these areas and things where I thought I was making an eternal contribution, just seem to be stagnate at best, possibly even worse, actually deteriorating.
There are family challenges.
Personal frustrations.
Weariness.
Woundedness.
Anxiety.
They rise.
They fall.
One retreats, another swings forward.
That one fades and still another rises.
In the midst of it all, I have been truly trying to
Seek.
Surrender.
Submit.
I feel tossed all around.
Then I look at others around me, and I wonder what on earth I have to fuss about.
And yet.
The waves of the storm are real.
Jesus.
He's the only constant.
No matter whether I feel
Pressed.
Crushed.
Persecuted.
Abandoned.
Struck down.
He remains.
I must grip to Him.
He is the Anchor in the storm.
The Light in the darkness.
He is my Hope.
My Friend.
My Life.
Rescue me, Lord.
My hope is in You.
You are faithful.
I will hold to You.
