The Grand Embrace
In the quiet of thankfulness:
I overcome
Sickness
Fears
Doubts
Regrets
Broken dreams
Instead...
I welcome
Health
Family
Love
Work
Home
Provision
Especially
The grand Embrace
That hug
That keeps me safe
And fulfilled
Content in His life.
Is It True?
Can we talk to him?
Does he listen?
Will he answer?
Does he care?
Is he with me?
Is he really a dad?
Does he really have a plan for me?
Will he protect me?
Can he?
Is he really real?
Am I really loved?
And cherished?
Am I able to love what I can't see?
Do I have a purpose?
Do I receive gifts?
Am I significant?
Can I make a difference?
Is he in me?
Am I in him?
Can miracles still happen?
Is he still working?
Am I really known?
Can this all be true?
Curve Balls
Sometimes life throws
Curve balls
Out of nowhere
We're side-swiped
Surprised
Terrified
Maybe delighted.
The suddenlies of life
Catch us unprepared
How can we really prepare?
When we don't know what
We don't know?
I'm thankful that there is
One who does know.
All I need to do is trust.
And enter the peace
That passes understanding
It's there if I remember.
It's even there if I don't remember.
Thankful.
Seen and Known
When days aren't great
And rains fall
And winds blow
And pain is strong
And fear takes hold
When love is tested
And loved ones hurt
And I'm not rested
And words fail.
There is still a trusted
Person I see
In my mind's eye.
Who sees me.
He really sees me.
And I know I am safe
Even in the rough
And the black and white
And the seemingly real
In times I have to act
When it feels so lonely
Still hope invades
And I recognize beauty
Once again
I move forward
And am brave
Because I'm known
And loved.
Glimpses
I have seen:
The glistening of fresh powder snow
in the sun rays of a bluebird sky.
I have seen:
The colors of Spring blanketing
the winter worn land.
I have seen:
A moonless summer night
lit by the colors of the Milky Way.
I have seen:
A fall of brilliant gold-covered mountains;
white-trunked aspen
shining like the sun.
These fresh air glimpses.
These things that
touch my heart and make it glad;
these beauties of nature that cannot be
adequately described, but only felt, smelled,
heard, and loved beyond words.
Could these be?
Could these be glimpses?
Glimpses of Heaven?
Evidences of a creative, joyful, God
who loves to love us through His Creation?
When things go awry,
Look to the hills;
When plans go South,
Take a step North;
When dreams break,
Lean into hope;
When reality looks fake,
Go find new truth.
It's there.
Just take the hand of
The one who made you;
Who keeps creating
Keeps releasing
Joy
In all, through all, because of all
Trust
Step forward.
Look up.
This one loves you
And knows the way.
Truth that Overcomes
I sit in a tree top
Looking upon life
My life
Wondering about
The little girl
Who daydreamed.
Of faraway places
Journeys
and adventures
Safely in the hands of
Family and a Papa she knew
But couldn't see.
"Too sensitive" she was labeled.
"Perfectionist" she was called.
"I wonder where she goes?"
Said her teacher, frustrated,
Failing to capture her attention in class.
And then, the girl's heart changed,
And she believed the lies.
She would never reach her goal, her dream.
She would fail. Never be quite good enough.
But God.
Now she knows truth.
Her failures led to regrouping, restarting.
Perfectionism led nowhere.
But, instead, the word "excellence"
Meant her efforts were enough.
Did she do the best she knew how?
Yes.
She did her best - far from perfect.
And that was enough.
That was excellent.
She was enough.
Learning to love herself still.
Will she ever arrive?
Doubts! Unworthiness! No! Go!
Her Father calls her "beloved daughter."
He sees her gold - what He placed in her.
His promises come true in the waiting.
He works ALL for her greater good.
She can rest - yet unknowing - in that.
