More Brussel Sprouts, Please.

Day melts into night

And night bleeds into day

Again, again

A heavy brain

An achy foot

Are proof I’ve lived

Again

But I’m looking for more—

The life, springing through the dust

Have you seen it?

Have I missed it?

Words are waterfalls on my ears

Silence is a lonely soul

But still the friend I call

My eyes are searching

My heart is restless

Looking for You.

Please say it’s enough—

This day that melts and bleeds away

Whisper the truth

Kick out the lies

Gently brush away  

Burdens that don’t belong to me

Please come and stay with me tonight

And wake me with your morning light

To something more than futility…

To spontaneous hope.

I didn't write this today; it was last week or so, maybe.  But I figured I'd post it since it's part of the story, and definitely describes some days I've had lately.  But as I read it now, I realize two things:
1. I apologize to Switchfoot if I accidentally ripped off their lyrics.  It reminds of them for some reason, so if I did, it was unintentional.
 2. Unending Life Lesson: How to be thankful in every circumstance.  I have been reminded over and over this year that thankfulness is the key to unlock so many emotional doors: anger, desperation, fear, despair, confusion, dissatisfaction, boredom...and probably more.  But even though I know this, it's like eating brussel sprouts.  I know it is very good for me, but I still don't want to eat it because it tastes bad.  Yes, being thankful tastes bad sometimes, but the more I eat it, the more I like it.  If I can just swallow that first spoonful without gagging, I'll be alright.  Lord, please give me the power to do what I cannot do on my own.  Like being thankful in every circumstance, knowing that You really do know what You are doing.  Always.  I trust You.