abba.

the past few days the word "abba" has crossed my lips often. sometimes as the preface to a long winded, one sided conversation where i spill my heart and anxiety and fear and worry and hurt. sometimes alone. "abba". the only thing i can get out when my brain is spinning and my heart is numb. and i am thankful. that no matter where im at. long winded or crying out and needing "the Spirit himself to intercede for me with groans that words cannot express." that my abba is listening.