Last night I experienced something I can’t explain, and today I spent most of the day feeling as if I’d just run a marathon on my hands and knees. The only thing more exhausted than my body is my mind right now.
I fell to my knees, then I fell to my chest.
I laid flat on the floor, face down, weeping.
I prayed. I prayed harder and louder and more direct than I’d ever prayed before. While I’ve been a fairly open book on this blog – what was said shall stay between the Lord and myself for now. I don’t know how long I was face down on the floor, prayers erupting through my sobs…
So much clarity.
Today I skipped church. I wanted to go, more than ever, but I was – and still am – physically and emotionally exhausted. There remains a lot going on in my life, many trials and blessings, and for a moment there I thought I was in control…
Then Christ reminded me whose child I was, and who was in control, I fell before Him and was humbled.
Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. Philippians 2:3.
