How Long

How long, O Lord, will I avoid you? How long will I delay my obedience, which is, in fact, disobedience? How long, O Lord, will I allow my fear of failure, fear of imperfection, fear of doing it wrong — how long, O Lord, will these fears hold me back?

How long, O Lord, will my blurry picture of the Promised Land keep me from taking the next step out of the wilderness?

How long, O Lord, will the raw emotion that wraps itself around my throat, grip my voice, both literally and figuratively?

And how long, O Lord, will all of this keep me from true intimacy with you and vulnerability with others?

How long, O God? How long?
How long, O God? How long?
How long, O God? How long?

I am as paralyzed as the man on the mat. I am the one who waits by the pool. I am the woman with the issue of blood, before she risked. I am Jonah.

I am sorrowful.

I am afraid.

I am in desperate need of You.

How long, O God? How long?

Can anyone identify with where I am?