I promise I'm not asking for pity. It's just that every once in a while I make myself write before things get resolved... before I grasp and find the promises still within reach and before I read and find God's word to be trustworthy. Every once in a while on this little corner of cyberspace, I'll go ahead and say it: I'm not fine.
Sometimes, I feel flung out of orbit and flailing - like I'm unsure if the ground has shifted and my next step will be shaky. Sometimes I don't believe like I should. Sometimes I doubt and worry and fear. Sometimes I linger too long on what looks possible in my power.
Sometimes I'm certain I'm on a train filled with strangers and we're all searching for a home we've never seen.
I can blame the sometimes on so many things - a head cold, hormones, and heartsickness for starters. These sometimes are the door, slightly ajar, that let in the cool air of my "sinned and fallen short" ways.
And when I feel the chill against my skin, I'll remember where to run. I'll remember where I can find refuge. I'll remember the sweet freedom of an uplifted soul and I will soon spend time on my knees.
But, sometimes it's good to write before things get resolved - when the cold breeze is still playing like ice on my armhairs.
Another related "sometimes" post: way more than sometimes,