It's just me, Lord. Not my ideas, rationale, defense, ponderings. It's not even my prayers. Just me.
Are you there? I know I can't say such things without praying, but the mess of mind and thinking leaves little place to just be.
So, it's just me. I need you.
I know it sounds sappy or weird, or like I'm trying to sound cool.
I just would like to be right about this, to quit the talk and stuff and know it is you yourself I need.
When you came to Mary she asked questions and was obedient and submissive. Some reasonings, but peace. Presence. In finality her, and you.
And so I think about not thinking. And I remember the scandal to mind of that oft-quoted Proverb: 'Lean not on your own understanding.'
I'm doing that, Lord. I do not know where you are, but I believe you are and I believe
you care.
I need you, and I wait for you in this happy crucible place.
It's just me.
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