Raise me up from this grave.

I am burdened.

I am burdened, Oh Lord, I am burdened.

My heart is heavy.

My limbs are numb.

My legs are shaking under the weight of it all.

So I begin this fast today in the hopes that You will be my strength.

These idols that occupy my time.

These people that all want my space.

The food engulfing my stomach.

I am giving it all to You.

Twenty more days to go, Lord, and all I want is Your blessing.

Fill me with your bread of life.

Be all the things I am not.

Love is here.

I have a lot of words right now.

I wish they would come out in a sensible, digestible, majestical way.

But I will leave them at this:

Our God is big.

A new year does not prove that. A new love does not prove that. A new nose does not prove that. A new home does not prove that.

His glory proves it.

Everyday.

In the mundane. In the magnificent. In the moment.

He is here, now, whispering softly the words of hope our hearts long to hear.