The full moon. Even through an overcast sky, I know it’s a full moon. I’m so restless I could crawl right out of my skin.
It’s only one thing out of many.
I feel like I’m being grated raw. Broken open. Broken down to simplest parts. A scrubbing away of all which isn’t essential me.
God feels distant. He’s letting this happen. But soon… I can feel it coming… soon I’ll be gathered up and made whole in Him once again.