Last week was a mess.
My mind was a race track for disruptive and mannerless thoughts,
It was quite honestly chaos.
There are some things I have been praying about for a while now,
A broken vinyl record of sorts.
Seek first the kingdom of God, and…
Here I am, seeking.
But I am starting to feel like Peter,
Casting my net and catching nothing.
…When will all that I seek be added unto me?
A friend and I decided to fast and pray some weeks back,
Every week, twice in the week.
This week however, I wasn’t feeling it.
All I felt was tired and burnt out.
‘Twas a toss and turn, push and pull sorta week y’all,
And it wasn’t pretty.
Probably partly why I got physically sick,
My mind and body at loggerheads.
That was the word I started my week with,
The word I battled with all week.
Still, I fasted.
Still, I prayed.
Still, I sought.
Still, I waited.
To add salt to injury,
Sleep stood me up
Left me hanging
High and dry
No vacation from my thoughts.
All good though,
I felt guilty sleeping anyways.
In the stillness of the crack of dawn,
Just before the neon sign in my head lights up, and my thoughts break down doors for play time, I get a word in my spirit.
“Do not worry about your life…
which of you by worrying can add one hour to his life’s span…
…it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom”
And with that word,
I slept for the first time in the week.
Only 2 hrs of sound sleep,
But I woke up refreshed and ready for life.
My net isn’t empty after all,
God is good.