“Peace, reassurance, pleasure, are the goals I seek,
I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin;
I talk of love—a scholar’s parrot may talk Greek—
But, self-imprisoned, always end where I begin.”
“The Lord protects the simple-hearted; when I was in great need, he saved me! . . . that I may walk before the lord in the land of the living.” Psalm 116: 6, 9
I've been missing my quiet time lately.
No excuses. I confess I've been lazy.
That busy lazy where you are constantly going
Constantly doing, constantly spending yourself
Just not on the things that truly matter.
And I mean "missing" it.
When I miss my quiet time . . .I feel a little "off"
- like a deflated balloon.
Sometimes, even when I am full of air,
I just float with the wind.
Tossed from one person to the next
in a crowd of familiar faces.
But other days I feel deflated
Lying on a dusty sidewalk in a burning sun
Waiting for the next kid with gum on his shoe
To trample me and take me with him.
Deep down I know I'm much more than this.
But that's what happens when I put off Your Word
Save my prayer time until the end of the day.
Lord, I'm done ballooning.
Fill me with Your word
Take me higher so I can meet you
And make you smile.