MY soul is bogged.
Desire has fled.
I wade through a mud pond, waist deep… prayers, sinking like lead.
I trudge. I collapse.
I fall.
Fall.
Falling.
"Counted with the damned, ye are" sayeth Discouragement, my only companion.
"You are loved," says a voice from above.
Faith informs me:
The darkness is just a night.
The Day is coming.
His Word is a promise. His promise is His Word.
Mud turns to clay. Clay turns to road. The road leads to Life.
I stand.
I trudge.
I will keep moving. Moving toward Mercy, waiting patiently, at the edge of this inner bog.
Goodnight Discouragement. I already have a Companion.
