In The Waiting

Father,

I lay here helpless with the worries and fears that runs through my head. Even in my it haunts me with the sound of silence, the empty ringing does not cease to go away.

My dreams are speaking to me of concerns that I do not know if I have. I have a rotting sense of feeling in between and not knowing when or where my future is heading towards. I hate the feeling of being nowhere and not being able to make promises. I hate the feeling that I have nothing to cling on to that I feel grounded with.

Help me make sense of what is going on. Help me understand the waiting for I am clueless to even faith that place my trust in. Help me find refuge in You even if I may not come to understand what is going on.

Father, in all of these, I long to dwell in Your presence alone and be filled with just who You are. Only then will I find peace and joy in these circumstances, only then will I be able to face this phase and onward.