Some nights, I find freedom in a pile of dirty dishes
As long as my hands can move, I can lose myself
Lose my fears, lose my hurt, lose my weariness.
Each dish cleaned is a wish made for my mind
A prayer for my King to rinse me
and leave me like these plates.
[A reflection His creativity even in my misery]
That’s not always the case though,
Sometimes I’m just afraid.
I’m scared that if I dare to slow down,
sorrow will drown me like that wave
I can imagine those Japanese people seeing that thing and not knowing what to do except run as quickly as humanly possible; I feel the same.
You know the worst part about being a loner?
Dying by yourself.
It doesn’t make any sense, but somehow,
I can still do that in a community house.
for the floodwaters are up to my neck.
I can’t find a foothold.
I am in deep water,
and the floods overwhelm me.
my throat is parched.
My eyes are swollen with weeping,
waiting for my God to help me.
-Psalm 69: 1-3