Thoughts run through my head. Feelings in pictures, words swirling around, my heart pulled. Sorrowful for my debt. My debt to the One who loves me. You who with only words created this whole universe. This place I call home. This body and mind. Who am I to say I don't have time? We can only rest in forgiveness and grace. There is nothing I can do without Him who gives me strength. I cannot help my husband. I cannot teach my child. I cannot take care of my home. I cannot do anything. I need only spend some time at His feet. To lay down my crown, my pride, my selfishness, my busyness. I need to be still and know that He is God.
Listen...my heartbeat, created by and for Him.
Listen...my lungs, breathing the air He supplies.
Listen...the still small voice speaks to me.
Lord that only this time would last forever. That I would not have to move away from this place. 'My child' He says 'this place is always here. Even in your waking and doing, this place is here, for I live beyond all time and space. You are here in this place with Me. My child, do not worry, I will never leave or forsake you. Even as you go about the days I have planned for you, your spirit is here, in communion with Me.'
Thank you Yahweh. I will listen.
Thank you! What a blessing you are to me and Dad.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing so transparently from your heart as you do. You are gifted not only at writing but seeing and hearing. God continue to use all your gifts.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your transparency and honesty. You not only have a gift of writing but of seeing and hearing too. May God continue to use these gifts mightily for all that He has for you you and your family.
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