Brokenness

Sometimes I just feel broken.  Beaten down and exhausted.  Daily life wears me thin, and my constant struggles find the threadbare holes.

 Sometimes I wonder how long it'll be until the Promised Land.  Until I'm "ready" to leave the dessert.

Sometimes I question my sanity.  My ability to stay realistic and practical.  It fights against my urge to daydream in the irrational.

But even in my brokenness, there's a sense of calm.  Of peaceful rest.  That surrounds me loosely.  Not always overwhelming in its presence, but peaceful regardless.

Some day I'll transition out of the dessert.  I won't always feel broken.  And that's what keeps me going.