That weird, wired, nagging, niggling feeling of unknown origin and uncertain remedy has returned (or maybe it never ever left?).
What is it? I ask myself.
WHAT IS IT? I ask my God.
What. What. What. WHAT?
So very frustrating.
I think most of all, I wish I could put the feeling into words, thereby giving the not yet legitimate emotion, need, desire some ooompf, some weight, some substance.
The black and whiteness of the printed word. From nebulous, misty, can't pin it down, to yes, that's it exactly!
The Word became flesh. The Word was with God. The Word *was* God.
I respectfully request a word with you, God. I have no idea what to ask for, other than the honor of Your Holy Presence.