Where Are You, Lord?
I find, more often than not, I am inept-at best-in my endeavors to trust in the Lord. Truthfully, I feel as though I stumble my way through life, hoping that at some point things come together. Sometimes this looks like becoming an obligation monster and committing myself to being as busy as possible, so that somehow I am deemed worthy of Him. Other times, this looks like trying to figure out what it is to experience holy rest. Neither of these options leaves me satisfied when I am left to my own devices. The harsh reality of my humanity eventually meets me, more like hits me, right in the middle of a pivotal moment. After these reminders of my mortality, and his divinity, I am typically left mouth agape with uncertainty about where to go next. That feels cyclical to me. A constant circulation from "I've got this," to "I really don't have anything handled," to "Wow, I really am human," onto "Oh, right Lord. You're always there for me,...
