You know that place between the rock and the hard spot? The place where your memory goes spastic and Fight-or-Flight kicks in and you forget that there is nowhere else to go but to the One who has the words of eternal life? Where there is literally nothing left to say? Logic is exhausted. Stimulus ineffective. Warfare availeths nothing. Tears do not relieve. Plans do not carry. Prayers crash against a door of bronze.
Funny thing. I get to that place and I say--
"God, You are good. Thank you. Thank you."
I default to praise.
I never thought before of Job's words, "Naked I came forth from my mother's womb, naked shall I return; blessed be the name of the Lord," as self-defense. But I'm finding they are so.
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