I am restless.
Trapped & yet without a chance to rest.
My brain thinks through a millions scenarios a minute.
I have a thousand unsaid conversations on my tongue.
Lord you know.
You know, how the Holy Spirit moves through us.
Moving through us to do something, and moving through us to rest.
Lord, when I read Psalm 23 to myself, I forget that there is a journey to the still waters.
Here I am, walking through the Valley of the Shadow of death. Feeling evil’s breath on my shoulder.
I feel it in the threat of violence when you ask someone to keep social distance or wear a mask. I feel it when in the hordes of conspiracies that come out to play with our minds.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death.
I shall fear no evil.
In the midst of my restless–they staff and thy rod shall comfort me: for they are the weapons of truth & trust.
I will work with the truth, I will trust on my neighbors. I will work on my own truth, and I will develop my own trust with transparency and compassion.
Lord I am restless.
Driven onward, because the time for rest has not yet arrived.
Stir me in the right way, so that I might find rest, I pray.