Overwhelmed

A time when you are weary of all the voices

When the simplicity of devotion to God is lost

Feeling pressured by the next great thing

Burdened to birth revival when in truth

Birthing joy or hope is most desired

A time when the scares left by sacrificial love are reopened

Cut again

Days when the body is weary

But the heart longs for youth long past

When unseen burdens crush your heart

And you are asked, lovingly, by friends, by strangers

To do more

To be more, to have passion

And those little rejections

When those you love, love us less

Overlooked

Or worse, publicly remarked against

Some hidden flaw, flaunted by another

Unwilling, unable

To apply your blood and Christ’s to cover

You embrace the wound as a badge

No, as a ticket, a price paid

To be offended, hurt, sorrowful

In spiritual habit or holiness

Your heart seeks peace and His presence

You linger, He does not

You brood, He turns His head

No victim you

No basket to fill with sorrow

No vessel for sin and sickness

No reservoir for pride

You want to be a man, human

You want to celebrate brokenness and lack

You want to triumph in inability

To glory is deep sorrow

But you are not a man, O redeemed

You are image bearer, Holy One

A vessel filled

Eternity, and more resides within your mortal being

Good is not God’s target

Experiencing His glory, not glory enough

Christ like

Like Christ

Something is going to overwhelm me today

What will it be

Will it be HIM