Instinctual (Lam 2:18)

Your absence is palpable, haunting in its pervading sense of Empty.  Its footsteps thump out L-o-n-e-l-y as I trudge down the hall the fourth time to re-put him to bed, the one whose heart only comes out by the glow of the nightlight.  Going through the motions, I feel love alright, but Exhaustion overrides it.  This is too hard without Your song to carry me.  Even as the rhythms of desperate self-talk threaten to holler over Your melody, my soul's instinct is to cry out to You (Lam 2:18).  And my words follow, in the way they were created to, as I draw near to You (Heb 10:22).  As surely as goodness and mercy follow me this day, I will open my eyes to Your glory and grace.