I have been away from the meditations for the Christmas holiday. It is time now to turn our attention back to them.
The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears,
And delivers them out of all their troubles.
18 The Lord is near to those who have a broken heart,
And saves such as have a contrite spirit. Psalm 34:17,18
Lillie-Put 
Sometimes it’s my face in the tear-soaked pillow at night…sometimes it’s my face turned toward the living room ceiling, literally shouting to Him…
Sometimes my cry is a silent longing that consumes everything around me until all is lost in the hope that He will just show up and rescue me. At such times it seems that the world is moving around me but I am not in it…could not be in it even if they beckoned me.
Yes, you describe it well, Pastor J. A poetic agony, I dare say…
It is although when it is happening I don’t feel very poetic. Though some of my best writing comes out of those times.
Oh, I know what you mean–living (however long) in the valley of Achor (sp?) does not feel poetic at the time, but when God brings us out into breakthrough and blessing–WOW!
That is the truth and don’t you find that in that breakthrough comes a prolific well of material to share?
Totally!! The bounty always astounds me, Pastor J–which has changed my attitude somewhat when I find I’ve landed in a desert again: I try to remind myself “there’s gold ‘neath them there hot sands”!