"You've reached the voicemail of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Please leave a message at the beep."
Father, I'm sorry to bother you, but you must have dropped the whole world from your hands because I feel it weighing down upon my shoulders pinning me down until I can no longer even hope that one day I will be able to move again.
Are you there God?
I don't see a single pair of footsteps in the sand, just the heavy tracks only a crawl could make.
You said you would be with me always, but I feel like I'm the only soul for light years, minus the light. Are you there God?
Wilderness has surrounded me for more than forty days and forty nights.
I know you don't make mistakes, but this can't be right
I am a prisoner in my own body.
I don't mean to sound ungrateful. I know you meant it as a gift.
Are you there God?
I find myself wishing for home even when I'm safely tucked away in my bed.