Lament

 Lament

I’m Mary and I’m Martha all at the same time;
I’m sitting at His feet and yet I’m dying to be recognized.
I am a picture of contentment and I am dissatisfied.
Why is it easy to work but hard to rest sometimes,
Sometimes, sometimes

I’m restless, and I rustle like a thousand tall trees;
I’m twisting and I’m turning in an endless daydream.
You wrestle me at night and I wake in search of You…
But try as I might, I just can’t catch You
But I want to, ’cause I need You, yes, I need You
I can’t catch You, but I want to.How long, how long until I’m home?
I’m so tired, so tired of running
How long until You come for me?How long, how long until I’m home?
I’m so tired, so tired of running
How long until You come for me?By Audrey Assad 

This song has been playing on repeat in my heart and mind for days.  The piano…the psalm-like words… they echo the restlessness I so often experience.  Wanting to be doing something and yet- needing to just be.

My sweet, beautiful Granny went to be with the Lord yesterday.  As I prayed and thought of her journey over the last few days, I imagined her running- desperately running into the arms of Jesus.

Praise the Lord, she is finally home.

“You have made us for yourself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they rest in you.”               -Saint Augustine

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rn-mEQghZWQ