Running away


I am running away. God may be able to handle all of us, but I sure can't. I am tired of the snickering picketing scrapping snapping. I am tired of all the echoes of discontent in my head-my own and others. I want peace and quiet. I am selfish. I am tangled up. I need time off. I need a nap. I need someone to write this final paper for me. I need someone to make my apologies for me. I need someone to clean my house. I need someone to cook me supper. The quiet of this picture, both the volume and the air, sink into my spirit and soothe it like a calming balm. I am running away. Life is too loud and noisy today.

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