I'm breathing deep, seeking clean, almost empty.
Trying to be clear of the voices in my head that whisper, snicker, shout,
never speaking truth
Now I can cast out the clutter of thoughts about the gamma knife radiation treatment I just went through this week. With it behind me there is space for new things, positive things, His things!
The clutter of white noise, tinnitus that roars in my head will not go away, all the treatment can do is perhaps prevent things from getting worse. I'd like to believe that I'll find a way to transform the noise into a type of worship. From clutter to praise, for His glory.
Jamming with Bonnie
