No matter what, your answer is the same: be real with God and tell him how you feel. Slow down, be still, be honest with yourself and with the Lord. It is a form of prayer that frightens me. Oh, I can plead or praise, repent, rejoice, in well-formed sentences and mean it all (or try to) but there is a way to do all that and still to keep a barrier in place, not hold his gaze, for fear of what might happen if I did. I can—just—keep this heart of mine intact by quickly passing through all that’s concealed within. To linger long would shatter it. But then at last (you’d say) it could be healed.
Powerful.