The frustration of silence.
To ask a loving father for a fish, and open-handed wait, until I am fed, can be trying.
Others cry, "He will give you a stone!" And another, "go teach yourself to fish," or "go down to the market, buy it!"
I look back and forth, my hands tremble. I've asked- did I use the wrong words? Did He not hear? Do I not want the fish enough?
My hands are clutched now, in tears, I've succumbed to doubting and am ready to run, to get out of here-
How could I have thought to ask him in the first place?
And then-
A fish.
Drops.
In.
My.
Hands.
One connection further down the road... the journey continues.
Let's make a history together/ Let's get to know one another
As you come to know me, You'll come to trust me / I reveal myself along the journey
-James Kufeld via JT Ihop Session June, 2013.
