rambling
Father help me see ...
Another Christmas without a boy ... what is it to you?
All that matters is to be faithful and obedient to you.
Your heart swells with love over me ...
When you think of me, I swell with love for you ...
I long for you, I live for you ...
and eternity is in my heart ...
This is a year of rest ...
and you see my sighing.
All my desire is before you.
I long not to spend this time pining away, but to enjoy it with you,
and you say it's okay to desire.
So help me to BE. To desire, but to grow larger with love for you, to grow in truth and light in my thoughts.
I don't want self pity. I don't want moping.
I am so thankful for my family, and for you ... even as I long to be truly happy in you. There seems to always be something to be irritated about in the Body or at school, always something to feel meloncholly about as my heart aches to belt it out in a choir, and aches most of all for a husband. I feel so silly for this, for life is life--how you want it to be for me--it is how it shall be! I want to be happy in it! I feel frustrated with myself.
What is the Truth, oh Lord?
Like you told Kathy, the granting of all this won't take the pain away. What is the pain? Where does it come from?
I'm going to talk to Jesus some more. Bye.
Another Christmas without a boy ... what is it to you?
All that matters is to be faithful and obedient to you.
Your heart swells with love over me ...
When you think of me, I swell with love for you ...
I long for you, I live for you ...
and eternity is in my heart ...
This is a year of rest ...
and you see my sighing.
All my desire is before you.
I long not to spend this time pining away, but to enjoy it with you,
and you say it's okay to desire.
So help me to BE. To desire, but to grow larger with love for you, to grow in truth and light in my thoughts.
I don't want self pity. I don't want moping.
I am so thankful for my family, and for you ... even as I long to be truly happy in you. There seems to always be something to be irritated about in the Body or at school, always something to feel meloncholly about as my heart aches to belt it out in a choir, and aches most of all for a husband. I feel so silly for this, for life is life--how you want it to be for me--it is how it shall be! I want to be happy in it! I feel frustrated with myself.
What is the Truth, oh Lord?
Like you told Kathy, the granting of all this won't take the pain away. What is the pain? Where does it come from?
I'm going to talk to Jesus some more. Bye.