Confessions of a Prodigal Mom

God

Venting the ugly stuff. We all have moments or times of less than beautiful thoughts that flow into emotion.

Who do you tell your most hideous, soul-bearing junk to? When your gut feels tied into knots, or your thoughts and feelings are more complex than a knot of hair that’s got gum stuck in it…

I pour out my heart to God. Cry the ugly cry that has more snot than tears. A guttural cry that comes from the deep place.

The sobs that rack my body, they overwhelm me and it feels like I’ll never stop, yet it’s over just a few minutes later.

I’m spent, yet raw with emotion. I find relief, knowing that He already knew the hurt, the frustration, the sadness that was there.

He didn’t need me to tell Him, but when I did, a knotted place in my soul emptied out and made room for hope.

My mind cannot comprehend His vastness, His great love, or what He could possibly be accomplishing through my life, and yet I know for certain that there is something.

This is my psalm to Him. Crying out, emptying all of my angst to Him, then looking up with expectant hope.

Yes, there is joy amidst the sorrow. For He is good.

 

7 thoughts on “Confessions of a Prodigal Mom

    1. And I’m beyond thankful that God gives friends to walk alongside us. To help in those dark moments, just by being present. Sometimes words truly aren’t necessary, but a friend sitting by you and loving you is enough. Thank you.

  1. This made me cry. Beautiful – touched my soul. A glimpse of the fingerprints of God all over you my sweet sister in Christ.

    Love you beyond words r explanations

    Mom

    Sent from my iPhone Carol

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