I sat there alone for several minutes, staring at the floor and glad no one walked in on me. The sorrowful thoughts began to consume me until I finally stopped myself and silently cried out:
God, be God in my sorrow.
God, be God in my pain.
God, you are God in my sorrow.
God, you are still God in my pain.
As I lifted my heart's cry to my Comforter, I could feel the feet of spirit steady and regain its footing. I also felt a need to be still and ease into what felt like being cradled by my Creator. Find rest, oh my soul in God alone...
This evening I came across a post on WorshipChicks.com that reminded me of what happened today. It reminds me that I need to resolve to yield a spirit of praise even when things aren't going my way. I wonder if I'll ever learn. I at least have to try, knowing that His grace covers me.
You can read that post HERE.