Nesting

For the first time, I am writing from my very own bed, with my very own blankets and my very own pillows. My view overlooks the landscape, as my feet act like mountains at the end. Behind that, my TV can be seen resting upon my red side table, along with my DVD player and short stack of DVD's below it. I recline with a grin tonight, looking around my room in growing contentment. Just one step closer in the direction I've been plowing towards since I was 15 years old - independence.

I can hear the air channel through my esophagus more distinctly tonight given the ear plugs that have sealed my ears shut. After being awoken by  my roommate's tv replay the News through the wall for three hours this morning, I was determined to prepare for the situation just incase my roommate decided to be consistant with his awful habit of falling asleep with his TV on.

I'm broke, but joyful. I'm restless in myself but I am content in the Lord. As I lay here I can't help but wonder about a million and a half things; all in my flesh, and all with the intent to point me in the direction of worry, fear and fatigue. When we say with David in the Psalms that God is the strength of our hearts and our portion forever, do we really mean it? That is my prayer tonight. That Psalm 73:26 would be tangible, as real as the headboard that I am leaning on; as real as the keys I am typing with.

My desperation for a mighty, loving God is great. I pray that we stay thirsty; never ceasing to crawl to Him to be made whole, to be healed, and to simply be in His presence.

~D