Fake & Distant

Hmm.

I feel distant. Fake even.

Fake because of how most everyone's acting towards me. Fake also. One of my best friends won't talk to me. It feels like freaking high school again. Like what is this? Heh. When a worship song comes on, I try to sing along, but the words, they are empty. Meaningless. I cannot sing what I do not mean. I feel nothing. Other than the pain in my leg. Highly annoying. I've missed my God times the last two days. If I let it go more than 3 I'll stop. Thankfully, I have picked up my bible today. It "opened" up to Psalm 119. The 25th verse caught my eye.

"I am laid low in the dust; preserve my life according to your word"

Laid low in the dust. At this point, all I can do is lay low. I'm discouraged and far away. I need to be preserved. Haha. Oh man, that just made me think of marinating, or pickling. In the presence. The last time I did that for real was quite awhile. I need to just chill out in the presence. Ahh, but I want the glory.

Show me your Glory, Lord.