the churning inside me never stops

Can't sleep.

"I cry out to you, O God, but you do not answer; I stand up, but you merely look at me. You turn on me ruthlessly; with the might of your hand you attack me. You snatch me up and drive me before the wind; you toss me about in the storm. I know you will bring me down to death, to the place appointed for all the living. Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man when he cries for help in his distress. Have I not wept for those in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor? Yet when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, then came darkness. The churning inside me never stops; days of suffering confront me." -Job 30:20-27

.:.


Some things can never be undone or changed, no matter how badly you wish they could be. Logic would dictate that in the face of that reality, that I should simply forget or move on, but I'm paralyzed by my own fraility. I'm a prisoner of my humanity.

Father's Day is this weekend.

There's a cruel irony to life when something that you wrote 4 years ago still mirrors exactly how you feel today.
posted by G at 1:57 AM   |

in?scrip?tion (n-skrip-shun)n.
1. The act or an instance of inscribing.
2. Something, such as the wording on a coin, medal, monument, or seal, that is inscribed.
3. A short, signed message in a book or on a photograph given as a gift.
4. The usually informal dedication of an artistic work.
5. Jeremiah 31:33