Again

It’s been a long time since I’ve blogged and even longer since I’ve done a Five Minute Friday.  But here I am, “again.”  🙂

The ruts feel so deep I’m afraid I’ll never get out.  I back up and move forward again and again.  My wheels spin.  The engine revs.  And I’m stuck.

Stuck feeling this way again.

Stuck doing the same things each week, each day.

Stuck making a mess in the same ruts of my mind.

I don’t think this is what they mean by ‘establishing routine.’

I’m floundering and uninspired.  And it all seems so repetitive.

I want a fresh, new breath of air to break through and sweep this place clean.  I want the cobwebs blown out and some Fantasia brooms to knock out the last of the stale dust in the corners.

Your mercies are new every morning, but my stale bread-crumb eyes are straining to see that.

Someone once compared God making the sun rise each morning and set each evening to a little kid driven wild with delight at a new trick he’d just learned crying, “Again!” each and every time.

If you’ve made me in your image, give me those eyes God.  Bring me back to the wonder of again.

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