The words of my Son...

I found this poem in my office while rifling through some papers. My son, Billy, wrote this several years ago. I find hope in these words. I hope you will too.

Lord, I've run out of places to turn
I guess I've run out of excuses
To make it feel okay
Running out of time
My life feels like it's going nowhere
I'm lost and blind
Oh but now I realize
I know I can hear you say:

I've already been there
I know what its like
To feel so broken
That you think there's nowhere left to go
But I'll always be there
To catch you

(written by William Howard II)

Jesus said: "Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls." (Matthew 11:28-29)

My son's words remind me of this. He's there, waiting for us to turn (return?) to Him. We want to find rest for our soul, yet we turn to things of this world. My wife and I went to Las Vegas this past week for a little R & R, but our souls were not fulfulled. It was good to hang with some old friends, but it was not fulfilling.

Lord forgive me for turning to the world to find rest, comfort and fulfillment. You are the only One who can provide the kind of deep rest our souls long for. Your word says that you dwell in him who is contrite and lowly in spirit; to revive the the lowly in spirit and revive the heart of the contrite. My prayer today is that you would make me contrite and lowly in spirit to the point of desperation; so desperate that THE only place I can turn is upward!