Margin

Margin. The area around the mess. The blank space that is given to fill creatively. The white of the bible page where you write what the spirit gives. The deep breath that is taken not in frustration but in relaxation.

When I look back the moments of inspiration, joy, health, satisfaction, all those moments were during seasons when life allowed margin. Time spent in the abundant moments outside of the daily routine. Time not filled with appointments or tasks but instead filled with still and quiet.

Today margin is no where. Thus inspiration runs dry and satisfaction runs short.

I'm reminded today of a MercyMe Song, the lyrics speak what my soul is feeling these days. A cry to sit a while, a cry for margin.

When I cannot feel, when my wounds don't heal
Lord I humbly kneel, hidden in You
Lord, You are my life so I don't mind to die
Just as long as I am hidden in You

If I could just sit with You a while, if You could just hold me
Nothing could touch me though I'm wounded, though I die
If I could just sit with You a while, I need You to hold me
Moment by moment, 'till forever passes by

When I know I’ve sinned when I should have been
Crying out my God and hidden in you
Lord I need you now, more than I know how
So I humbly bow, hidden in you

If I could just sit with You a while, if You could just hold me
Nothing could touch me though I'm wounded, though I die
If I could just sit with You a while, I need You to hold me
Moment by moment, 'till forever passes by

If I could just sit with You a while, I need You to hold me
Moment by moment, 'till forever passes by

Moment by moment, 'till forever passes by