Calling for Comfort

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The signs all point the same direction this week. They show me that below my skin’s surface there is suffering. It is bewildering to see the great lengths I can go to distract myself, staying too busy to feel. It’s no wonder that as I sit in a state of self-neglect, I feel alone.

Yet, in this place, I have finally surrendered, reaching out for love. Father, I find You reaching back to me. You remind me that you are the One who turns to me, hearing my cry (Psalm 40:1). Today you wrapped your response in human flesh. Thank you for the call that reawakened my emotions, leaving me comforted.

Why do I avoid these experiences, spilling so many hours running from what’s inside?

Again, I find that never is time spent tending to my wounds wasted.

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