the storeroom.
I went into the storeroom as usual.
the hidden storeroom, my only hiding place from the office and alot of other things.
the storeroom where I hide in to take short naps, the storeroom were I knee down to pray, the storeroom were I can cry and sing songs, the storeroom where I meet to talk to you.
and come out of the room, though eyes a lil puffy. but the heart definitely lighter.
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so I entered the cool, dark room, and knelt down.
(I wonder why I always do that when I’m inside)
and I just talked…and talked and asked and asked and rambled.
then I just placed my back against the door (of course, hoping no one would come in)
and I sang.
I sang songs with lyrics flowing, songs of how I’m feeling, though lyrics are incoherent, I just sang with arms lifted, with words that speak my heart for that moment.
(no words could really describe how it felt like.)
but I sang, till I was alright. till the ache subsided. till I’m really to listen to Jesus.
and so He spoke. so gently He whispered.
