How Long, O God? 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?
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Laura
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Karl Edwards
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Christine Kennedy
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Cheryl Smith
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Steve
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Lori Zimbardi



