Lord, won’t you come
on this swing with me?
Sway me back & forth
With the breeze, but please
don’t let this motion be like
my dreams. Always hanging
in the balance of my maybe..
I hear the birds singing, telling
each other, how come she doesn’t yet
believe all the Lord
Does above, in between and below, is love
her? Or maybe they are giggling from a
But oh Jesus, my heart is starting to know
This poem could’ve been more about the fact I want to go sit on a swing set with Jesus (even though I’m pretty sure, no I know he’s on the porch swing right now with me.) but instead it’s about a dream I’ve been longing for that maybe was reawakened this week. It’s mystified me and made my heart all excited at the thought. Way too excited. I broke more this week and Jesus has held me.
I also learned an awesome attribute about Jesus: Sovereignty of God, his absolute right to do all things according to his own good pleasure. I’m in Ezekiel in my bible in year reading plan (a little more than half way done! Also makes me way too happy since it’s my first time. I’m gonna throw myself a party at 75 or a hundred percent. And dance to Ellie Holcomb.) and Sovereign keeps popping up a lot. I know that means God is in control, but I love finding this definition, that God does things for his own good pleasure. And then I find that pleasure has a synonym of “delight.” It’s hilarious because it’s my word this year. 😂 I love the way God does this. Love it. Sweeps in.
I got this candle in the mail yesterday and can’t wait to light it. My sister got it for me in a smaller size 2 birthdays ago and haven’t been able to quit it. I love that it’s called joy and laughter. I want so much of that in my life lately.
Fill me up, Jesus. Oh please.