Just Questions

When did you become so afraid? So unsure? So uncertain? So careful? When did you decide that your sun was not enough to light your own sky? When did you begin to allow the air to be sucked out of your own lungs? And not just when, but why? When did you start believing that God was not enough? That God in you was not enough? That you were not enough?

No answers this morning. No answers at all. Yet these questions rise from within. Not nagging. Quiet. Walking into my mind softly. Unobtrusive. Furniture still in place. Pictures still hanging on the wall in the right place. Nothing shaken by their arrival. Nothing but a hiding soul and a concaved heart. Just questions this morning. Only questions.