From the deep...

Lord I'm tired
So tired from walking
And Lord I'm so alone
And Lord the dark
Is creeping in
Creeping up
To swallow me
I think I'll stop
Rest here a while

And didn't You see me cry'n?
And didn't You hear me call Your name?
Wasn't it You I gave my heart to?
I wish You'd remember
Where you sat it down

I'm not sure where I stand today. I'm not entirely sure that I'm standing at all.

This weekend I really discovered who my true friends are. I know who I would call if there was an emergency, and who I would want by my side if tragedy occurred. It makes me viciously crave community. It is an ache deep in my soul, a tear, a wellspring of need.

I have also realized what I will and will not accept in my life. Relationships, friendships, and the fierce stomping on my heart. I was severely wounded and damaged this last weekend, and I'm not even left with questions anymore. I detest being scared. I am having to lean so heavily on my friends, that I am no longer certain I can walk on my own. Perhaps I wasn't meant to.