Plug In

I need to plug in. Recharge. Start my engine again. Reconnect with my Source of life. I don’t feel like I’ve been given too much, but I think what I have been given has become too much only because I’m not plugging in enough. My thoughts stray in a thousand directions every day, and as they do so, I am slowly being pulled away, removed from the socket, without even knowing it. I forget to remember. I forget that the Source is always there—not even there, but right here, inside of me. I’ve invited Him in, right? I need Him to remove the outer shells. Tear down my walls of worry. Take my hands so they no longer hold onto anything. Cast my cares on Him so I can be who I am. Free. Free to dance and laugh and love and be in love With my Creator. Free to dream again, to pursue His heart. Confusion reigns supreme too much of the time. Oppression comes, unexpected and I don’t know how to fight. Free my heart from unnecessary burdens, Father of Light. Be my Source once again. For there is nothing in me that can hold on any longer. I can’t steward even the smallest tasks you’ve entrusted to me. But instead of retreating into shame, let me look to You again, receive your free gift of Grace and move forward. Forward. Never backward. When I am weary I come to you. I see us in our garden again. You fill me with your breath. Your beauty overtakes me, and I remember why you created me.