in the quiet, i am scared.
in the quiet, i don’t what i’m doing or which way to go.
in the quiet, I want to retreat. i want to give up and go home. i want to throw in the towel – and walk away.
in the quiet, i don’t want to be fettered to something bigger than me.
it is lonely and cold on the outside of a plan. when life chews me up and spits me out, it is incredibly uncomfortable. God, what will you ever do with my broken heart and shattered dreams?
God, be with me.