It was one of those days.
My frustrations with myself and with the world always seem to explode in tumultuous tears and sobs forcibly held back. And then after all that pent up energy is painfully let out like the air screaming through the tiny sliver of balloon, I stumble my way into my secret place, the corner with the dim lights and the silent keys. Here, at last, I am free.
I struggle to find the root of my problems. I seek the truth I say, but maybe I only seek comfort. I seek justice and the Kingdom of God, but maybe I only seek self-pleasure and the kingdom of Hannah-is awesome-and-amazing.
I want.
What do I truly want out of this life?
Though many morning and nights I've wanted else, Jesus today, at this moment, I want You. Again. and Again. and Again. and Again.
