Brokenness
It’s been a very quiet time for me recently. Writing from a hotel room in Columbus, OH, I came to Ignite with my church. The past two days have been the most profound, yet most tiring days. There has been occasions that I felt that God was moving and some where I felt stagnate.
We sang a song during worship:
Who am I?
That the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love
And watch me rise again?
Who am I?
That the voice that calmed the sea
Would call out through the rain
And calm the storm in me?
When I open my eyes,
You’re the first thing I see
A vision once clouded
I feel Your presence over me
From when the sun comes up
‘Til I fall asleep at night
I know You’ll be there
When I open my eyes