Melancholy Me Talks to God

I’m in California at a writers retreat. I’m learning so much and hanging out with a few other wonderful writers. And yet, this is what I wrote last night after our first session.

Why so downcast, Oh my soul?
I understand the psalmist's plea.
Here I am with new friends of gold
But feelings of sadness needle me.
Am I just a fraud pretending to be
One who has something worthwhile to say?
When truth be told, or a lie of old,
Never will I point to God's way.
How I feel runs hot and cold;
Now I am weak when once I was bold.
Powerless and useless are words I hear
Echoing deep in my mind as fear.
Wounds that run deep still bleed
I know they're not true, never were.
But still, still these words Oh Lord.
You are the truth, the life, the way.

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.

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  1. Hi Linda, I haven’t forgotten and I am keeping my word to you. First impressions of what is unfolding before our eyes can often be deceiving, so do not be dismayed. Seek God in your prayers and I am pretty sure that God has something He wants you to see or learn in store for you. I think that often we don’t appreciate how much God cares for us and His ways of showing us this can often be personal, so be watching. I was watching a small flock of pigeons yesterday all feeding on a piece of bread on a sidewalk and I was mindful that God was aware of this flock. And then God reminded me that as Jesus said, we are worth much more in the eyes of God than some of his creations like sparrows or pigeons. He knows the number of hairs on our heads, when we rise and when we lay down. God cares so much more for us than we can imagine. Take heart Linda. Blessings!

    • Thank you. I confess I don’t remember what you promised, but I do appreciate your prayers and encouragement. I know Good has a plan and he is faithful. Even this poem he used to encourage one of my fellow writers who was feeling discouraged too.

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