Overflow.

When the spirit of oppression hits, sometimes it is so smothering, so overwhelming that you just can’t see a way out. It’s then that you’re finite mind calls into question everything you believe, everything you hold to be true in your life. Scary. You want nothing more than to cry, to scream, to give in and up. It’s a fight, a brawl, a constant struggle. Does He even hear you? Does He even care? Is He really “working” in your life or is it somehow just a figment of your imagination, and how vivid that can be. You come to a place where what you are doing is no longer working, what you are doing is no longer fulfilling any one of your desires. It’s then that you realize, you’re lost without Him, you are nothing with out Him. How could you have ever believed that you really needed anything besides Him. How can you possibly come back out of this? Slowly, a random quote here that speaks to you, a random scripture there that moves you, serving someone else, listening to a “perfect” song. It’s Him speaking. It’s Him pulling you back to Him. Your best friend. Your Saviour. The one who’s love never fails, who’s promises remain true. How amazing to be restored, how amazing that You fill my cup to overflowing each and every time. Thank You Jesus.