As Deep Cries Out to Deep

There’s struggle in the air.

I feel it on my friends and on myself.

I’ve lately come to hearing the words “count the cost,” and when I deep dove, I’m not sure that I really did.

It’s all for you, Lord.

And it still is, always will be.

But my bones are calcifying with the extra weight of somebody else’s sin.

And then of course, the recourse–when my own sin comes out to play.

Like Paul says, I don’t know why I do what I don’t want to do.

And I don’t know why others do the same.

But I do know, like a friend reminded me yesterday, that God is greater than the depths of my fear, the hole in my heart.

And as deep cries out to deep, I’ll listen.