Beloved,
I continue to experience the dark night of the soul. Little has any draw or appeal. I eat because my body makes me, not because it is at all desirable. I move and get out of bed because I am needed. But I have no oomph. My spark, my fire, is flickering as though in a violent wind.
Can anyone help to lift the burden of despair this morning? You, O Lord, know. And what of the sea of emotion churning so rapidly within? How can words begin to express them? They are nonsensical. And so is the task of attempting to articulate them...
*sigh*
I wish I could feel Your Presence, Dear One. Today I feel far from you. I trust that You are near, but something is in the way of my hearing of your heartbeat.
Clear the air, Beloved. Until I can see, hear, smell and feel You again I will wait. I wait and watch for the light of the Dawn.
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