Cobwebs

As I dust the Cobwebs off the pages, I realize that the words on my brain aren’t the words you have been saying for hundreds upon hundreds of years to your people.
I realize that I’ve gone too far to be able to say we are close.
I have realized that the lack of color, the wind that used to remind me
of renewed mercies have disappeared.
The Cobwebs on the pages can represent my life… All tangled up in a plethora of directions and no way possible to take all the tangled up threads to create one long thread.

As the answer to the dullness of life lays there in my face covered in all the confusion of my life, I pace the floors and sleep my days away out of pure exhaustion and confusion. No peace will make you tired, but anyway… Back to Cobwebs.
I know your mercies are new every morning, but I need a reminder. I know you died for my sins, but I need a reminder. I know you love me and won’t kick me to the curb when I fall away, but I need a reminder.
And as I go to pick up your reminder of mercy, redemption, and love, I dust the Cobwebs off of the pages of your Word and I live again. No more every now and then but a here and now to experience perfect love.

Love that I can never earn, but cannot live without. Love that can take a thousands of tangled threads and make it all make sense.

 

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