Thoughts

Blurry In The RearView Mirror

June 13, 2009

There’s a distinct sense of unease that I am experiencing.  I can’t quite put my finger on it.   As though shadows flicker near the edge of sight.  Almost there.  Not seen.

Felt.

It’s the sort of sense that I am not quite ready to pray for discernment about.  Cowardly, I suppose.

I’m cautious.

I lay in bed last night and listened to the scritch-scritchscritchscritch of something I couldn’t define.  Wouldn’t look for.

So I wait.

  • I know the feeling well.

  • I know the feeling well.

  • I know the feeling well.

  • Pablo

    Hmm, you got me worried. Sounds scary, actually.
    Keep praying and let us know how it turns out.

  • Pablo

    Hmm, you got me worried. Sounds scary, actually.
    Keep praying and let us know how it turns out.

  • Pablo

    Hmm, you got me worried. Sounds scary, actually.
    Keep praying and let us know how it turns out.