Today, Father, I am
stepping into the fear-
I’ve stripped the burden
of what was, is here in the valley
& I sit here with my heart naked.
protect me, Abba, in your love.
Hold me as a mother first holds
her baby, gently. Whisper I will be
okay, you have me, you haven’t left me
out here to dieZ
The z at the end of “die” is making me laugh on the inside. Yes, God, please no diez.
This poem is related to this guest post I did today, where I wrote about God’s faithfulness in the valley I am in currently. I’ve never done this before, so it’s a lot terrifying. Honestly, my chest is all: heavy, must breathe in beautiful flowers. Breathe. You think I’d be pumped to share (I’ve wanted to do this for awhile), but my body is all: I think we need some fig leaves, that was a little too honest. But here is an awesome graphic (Anna has some serious skills) for a piece of wisdom God is teaching me about longing: