Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts; not amidst joy.
— Felicia Hemans
open the hand
squeezing so hard whites of knuckles hold on to my plans for the week when the back goes broken…again. and my mind is tumultuous in its searching for footing..fighting to find You as the venomous lies seek to steal me away from my Lover…seek for me to succumb to adultery. And when I can’t feel my feelings anymore through searing pain and downward spiraling despair the corner of my eye a red thread dangles so small one could barely see it if one wasn’t looking.
He knows the way I go
Relying on God has to begin all over again every day as if nothing had yet been done.
— C.S. Lewis
the words lubricate..relax..then open to receive
its Yours..this back..this day..even this weeks plans..the house..the cleaning..the painting..the field trips..the appointments. For the only one that matters
right here- right now- is divine. A divine appointment because there is a treasure hidden amidst the darkness. A gift You want to give. An adventure of a lifetime and I don’t want to miss a single moment.
A sweet morsel from heaven and I want to ingest it way down deep. Until it becomes a part of who I am. There is no place for hurry, duty, or ”to do” listing…not in this place. I fall on my face to the Only One I want to follow..to consume me..