Why are you downcast, oh my soul?

Why so disturbed within me?

I have a deep maddening desire to be creative again. It seems like I can barely get those words out of my mouth though; I have to pull each letter out one by one and they get stuck in my teeth.

Why does it hurt so much more some days? God?

Do you hear me God? It’s me, Liz.



2 thoughts on “night

  1. Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray, and cry aloud: and he shall hear my voice. Psalm 55:17.
    He hears us no matter how our hearts are hurting. No matter how heavy our souls. No matter how jumbled our thoughts that we can barely form the words to call out to Him. He hears us.

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