Inside, however, feels unusually gray. I have been lazy, not wanting to move, yet at the same time, restless. I am ever on the edge of tears without knowing why. My spirit is struggling with something that I don't yet understand.
Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God. Psalm 42:11 NIV
Yes, I shall yet praise Him, the only One worthy of praise. Through the fog that descends and emotions that bend and twist I will declare that my God reigns.
He will take the scattered pieces that I am today
arranging them into a mosaic
far beyond any design I myself can create.
Today I am an offering upon His altar.
It is a day of breaking and reshaping
upon the wheel of the potter.
My mind is sure of His love, I know beyond knowing that His plans are perfect, so why should my heart find it so hard to trust His hands?
Yes, I shall yet praise Him
in worship my heart will find stillness
the place of faith.