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> Your Comforts Delight My Soul
>> In the multitude of my thoughts within me, your comforts delight my soul.

Occasion: Inner turmoil

There is a storm in my heart, Lord.
I am calm on the outside,
but not inside.
Old hurt, new anger,
shame, want,
all of it jostling against each other.

I do not know which feeling to trust.
I cannot tell what needs my attention
and what will pass if I wait.
Even when I try to be still,
the argument inside me keeps raging.

Sort what I cannot sort.
Name what is true in me,
and what is only noise.
Help me face what is mine to face
without letting every thought take hold of me.

If I act out this churn,
I will wound with my mouth,
or go cold, or hide.
Pain so readily looks for someone else to wound.
Still me while I am restless.

Give me a quiet center in Your care.
Not a hard shell, not numbness.
Not the pretense that none of this matters.
A place where I can stand and not be swept away,
where I can breathe before I speak
and wait before I turn.

In my chest,
be my peace.
Beyond the noise,
be my peace.
Over everything,
be my peace.

Amen.