It’s important to tell ourselves the truth, but sometimes, we need others to do it for us.
During this time of sabbatical, I have been reminded how desperately reliant I am on God and His truth, and how challenging it can be for me to invite others to carry me in the journey. Years ago, during a time of burnout, God spoke to me about this very need (so you could say I’m something of a slow learner). He led me to write this poem. Consider it an invitation to do this for me (and others) when you see the need arise:
Tell me the truth
Tell me things that free me
from the worry cage I’ve built
Tell me the upside-down things
that correct the world’s twisted weavings
Tell me there are rocks to rest on
so I can come in from the storm
Tell me things that breathe new life
into this valley of dry bones
Tell me again to draw my sword
to cut through the enemy attacks on my soul
They say there are no easy answers
And I know.
But there is One who answers still.
Tell me what He would say
when I’m weak and lonely and tired.
Tell me to listen to Him.
because sometimes I forget.