There is an anxious knot deep inside me that hasn't been untied for months, or years.
Something tightly wound that aches to be unwound.
Sometimes, when I'm a little tipsy, or maybe a little bit more than that, I feel God's love swirl around me and a sweet relief settle inside. But why that love is unreachable in a sober state is beyond me. One would think God prefers sober.
Perhaps in the sober state, my mind is slamming the door in love's face. Thus far, but no further.
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