More.
What most people want.
More.
But it is a concept that has been poking at my exposed raw spots.
More.
For the first time in my life I have been asking the Lord to stop giving it to me.
More.
It seems too much to handle.
More.
Like waves in the sea that never seem to stop crashing and I can’t find my way out of the break zone.
More.
Fatigued from trying to stay afloat among the waves.
More.
People to love.
More.
People to share the love I so long for.
More.
People to welcome into my life.
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People to say goodbye to.
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Twist and turns.
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Of losing control.
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Please stop giving it to me I scream to the Lord.
Be still.
Says the Lord.
Let me give you vision to the more I am giving you.
Let me fulfill the promises I have given you.
Let me show you
Redemption.
Love.
Healing.
Hope.
Let me be the rock that keeps you up away from the mud and mire.
I want to give you more, Sara.
More.
The very thing that seems so daunting, but the very thing that will give me more of the one thing I truly yearn for.
More.
Intimacy with my Heavenly Father.
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It’s a love hate relationship.
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My hands are open.
