Melancholy

"..be faithful weary pilgrim,
the morning you will see..
lift up your cross and follow close to me.."

Singing in halts..

 Tear-filled eyes.. 

 I plod my way down the mountain.

This is just the beginning of God's call to servant hood.

Heartbroken, I didn't think twice to retreat...

Away from the crowd and all the noise..

Needed to, and have to..

Thing is, I couldn't be fully myself while ministering..

The weight of self-denial starts to wear me down..

It sucks when you're composed and clear-headed in public,
but can't restrain your own emotions in private.

Refusing self-vindication, hard as it is, isn't that big of a sacrifice

compared with what was done in the Calvary.

However, it's healthy to be away for some time..

..away with Him in secret..

.. in a place where you could just freely cry

 and pour your heart out.

It's alright...

..just be yourself now..

He listens..

He knows..