Crying Out Loud

I needed some time to cry out to the Lord.  To weep and wail.

"I cried out to the Lord and He heard me and He answered me out of His Holy Hill."

Have you ever needed to just cry out loud?  I did.  I still do.  I'm thinking that crying out loud may be a process.  Going deeper, in spite of the dryness.  In spite of the pit in my stomach that resembles fear and the unknown.

I sought and He met me.  He lifted me out of the pit, out of the miry clay and set my feet upon the Rock.

Sometimes "retreat" is a beautiful place in the mountains, and sometimes it looks like a corner table at Starbucks.  And sometimes it's the Wailing Wall.

It really doesn't matter. He can meet us in the strangest places if we're willing.

Just cry.