I have a compulsive need to share my vulnerable heart.
You’d never know it (because I am, undeniably, an introvert).
That said, I crave fellowship. I love relationship. But mostly, I don’t just desire time with people– I want safe authenticity with precious, spirit-nourishing, together life-living friends.
But when I can’t open up (for reasons beyond my control)…
It’s like my feet are cemented to the ground.
I can’t move. I’m bolted down. My lips are shackled. Life pauses.
And I’m lonely.
“For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end…and I will turn away your captivity.” Jeremiah 29:11, 14 (KJV)
I will pry these feet from the mire and stride confidently on.
…in due time.