The Lion Inside My Lungs
There are moments when my soul grows quiet for all the wrong reasons. Not peaceful quietness born from resting in God, but the kind of silence that comes from weariness, disappointment, fear, and spiritual exhaustion. Life has a way of pressing against the heart until praise begins to feel distant. Some seasons leave the soul bruised and hesitant, standing in the presence of God with worship trapped somewhere deep inside but unable to fully rise to the surface. I have known what it feels like to carry songs in my spirit while my mouth struggled to sing them. I have known what it feels like to stand in worship surrounded by voices while my own heart whispered from a place of hidden heaviness. Sometimes the soul becomes shy after too many battles. Pain can make worship feel vulnerable. Heartbreak can make praise feel difficult. There are seasons when disappointment teaches the spirit to hold back, to become cautious, to guard itself against hope because hope once hurt too deeply. I did ...
