Sometimes in the stories of our lives there are run-on sentences that exhaust our vocabulary and squeeze the last breaths out of us and steal every last drop from our reserve of energy and strength to go on, throwing us reeling and screaming and aching and gasping and grasping and questioning and bleeding right over the edge into the unknown, and we feel like we've reached the end of all the beauty this story will ever hold and no one- NO.ONE- can explain how or why or when or anything about anything because we all seem to thrive on short-and-sweet; quips, quotes, one-liners, rhymes and reasons; and that makes for confusion when we find ourselves in run-on-sentence-seasons, but really and truly those are the times when we are faced with the best and greatest opportunities to stop and close our lips and be still and trust and KNOW that HE is God and He has got every run-on sentence and every word and line and phrase of these stories of our lives under absolute control.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Run-On Sentences
Sometimes in the stories of our lives there are run-on sentences that exhaust our vocabulary and squeeze the last breaths out of us and steal every last drop from our reserve of energy and strength to go on, throwing us reeling and screaming and aching and gasping and grasping and questioning and bleeding right over the edge into the unknown, and we feel like we've reached the end of all the beauty this story will ever hold and no one- NO.ONE- can explain how or why or when or anything about anything because we all seem to thrive on short-and-sweet; quips, quotes, one-liners, rhymes and reasons; and that makes for confusion when we find ourselves in run-on-sentence-seasons, but really and truly those are the times when we are faced with the best and greatest opportunities to stop and close our lips and be still and trust and KNOW that HE is God and He has got every run-on sentence and every word and line and phrase of these stories of our lives under absolute control.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Took A Walk
Took a walk with my Lover this afternoon.
The Lover who called me into existence.... Who breathed life into my being.... Who created me for His pleasure and to be a reflection of Him to the world.... Who shaped my form and crafted my heart into the exact likeness of the plan He worked by... The One who knows my every thought, my every longing, my every dream, and every pulse of my fragile human heart...
That's the Lover I walked with today.
I sat down on a fallen tree beside Him and asked Him what I should do. Told Him all the struggles and the questions I'd been wrestling with. Told Him what I wanted and what I thought I needed.
Asked Him what He would have me do next.
He constantly proves His love and affection to me in ways I cannot honestly deny, so I learn constantly to trust Him more. That's why I don't hesitate to ask what He wants of me.
His love for me is very clear... He would never do me harm.
We talked it over and I realized that waiting is okay. I can wait on Him finish the work He has started. I can wait and watch and I do not have to understand. He is faithful, I know He won't leave any work undone or incomplete.
I felt His breath close as the breeze swept my hair from my face.
In the warmth of the sun I felt His arms wrap tightly around me.
The sunbeams laughed and came bursting through the tree branches above my head.
I closed my eyes and turned my face upward.
As the beams tumbled onto my face.... He kissed me.
I am safe.
So utterly and completely, absolutely eternally safe in His arms.
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