Dry.
How long will I allow my dry time to be unquenchable? To find momentary zeal that lasts hours or days if I’m lucky. No seasons of fruit have a I born, and what feels like ages have past without persevering. I feel as though it may be all that I do to hope with no application, with little follow through. Perhaps I even come off as pessimistic, but I’m overwhelmed with what seems like habitual failure. I know I have much to hope in, but where do I seek to find what feels invisible? Hope, I’m walking blindly on a thin line of faith. I know your name is Jesus, what seems to keep me from you? Who was it that built this wall between you and I? I need change, forever change and forever letting go.
