it's Nita.

I had several thoughts of what I might say today in my blog. However, to be honest I am mentally and emotionally at a loss for my usual glibness with when it comes to wordplay and fashioning together a visual story. Therefore, this week I offer up a short prayer in the form of prose.

Dear Lord,

For many days I have been trying to formulate my feelings. I have been trying to quench down my thoughts to a level of understanding of my own mind and yet they escape me. God what do I do? Do I protest? Do I march? Do I petition and cry out to the principalities and powers and rulers of this earth? God you know what I am talking about. I need your help because Racism is tearing this world apart. Father what say you? What say you to injustice, murder and perpetual hurts? Father the list or wrongs goes on and on and I see no end. God what is your strategy? How am I to treat my fellow man? (God: Love) Love, yes, love but Lord look at the world, she’s burning. A burning of hearts and a burning of buildings. God we are hurting. How can I love a world like this? God take away this anger and sooth my soul. Lord give me wisdom, open my heart and give me eyes to see. God I don’t want to miss what you are telling me but Lord I am weary. God my heart is heavy; I’m tired.

Behind the writing veil: Time and time again this song has ministered to my weariness. When I am overwhelmed I have sought many ways of escape, but nothing by far beats when I go to Jesus. Like the prayer above I go in plain language and plain speak. Then I wait for the Lord to speak back to me.

Psalm 91:4

“He will cover you with his feathers,
    and under his wings you will find refuge;
    his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.”

It’s Nita.