Worn

from here.

And this pretty much sums it all up lately.

Rest

from here.

Sleep has been hard to come by lately. 
My legs ache.  My stomach growls.  My mind wanders to a million different places.
There is a churning in my being.
A desire for something more.
Not only from love, but from life.

My psyche is weaving intricate new ideas about who it is that I am meant to be.
And there is a push from deep within that tells me that it is something meaningful.

Patience, my child.
There is tempering in progress. 
Let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.

What keeps me awake at night?
Is it loneliness?
Is it fear?
Or is it the hope that stirs endlessly in my heart and soul, eager for a deeper experience?

Dear Lord, grant me the wisdom to recognize it, the discernment to not be fooled and led off course, the patience to wait for it........whatever it is. 

In the meantime, sleep would be nice.