My heart is aching and tears stream down my face. Words of concern appear as swords and each step I take seems but a floundering attempt at selfishness. My wishes overwhelm me and my past failures beat and crush any hopes that have begun to grow.
All that calms my soul are hot baths and pouring my heart into the piano. He finds me there…when I can weep and no one hears me. He stills my heart through the sweet music of worship.
…come to God in the utter dearth of his feelings and desires, without a glow or an aspiration, with the weight of low thoughts, failures, neglects, and wandering forgetfulness, and say to Him, “Thou art my refuge.”
– George MacDonald