Was this really happening? She brushed her loose hair back from her face. It was one of those mornings…a beautiful clear sky with enough clouds in the distance to draw the rosy hues of the sunrise into a stunning tapestry. She let out a long contented sigh. Yes, it was happening…amazing. A happy smile crept around the corners of her mouth. Her eyes sparkled. And she allowed herself to just relax and enjoy the moment.
Monthly Archives: August 2008
I’m standing here, God
Just standing
God, there’s something precious to me
In my hands
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There was a time
When this heart was mine
But, it’s been battered about
You somehow needed to work it all out
That this heart isn’t mine, but yours
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But tears fall down so quickly
As I give into Your hands
This very thing that holds my hopes
My longings
My dreams
My many, many tears
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And I tremble for just a moment
‘Cause You don’t promise
No, You don’t promise no pain
You don’t promise that my heart won’t be torn
That it won’t bleed
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But, as you reach for this heart of mine
I see Your hands, scarred by love
Love that speaks of suffering gone through for my sake
Awww…such love
Yes, You are far more than worthy to hold my heart
For one who loves me as much as You do, my heart is yours
The tiny boat rocked gently in the current. It was tiny, yes very tiny. There was just enough room for her and her little bag next the sloped sides. The current caught her again, and as the tiny craft began to pick up speed, she wondered just for the briefest of moments, why she’d set out on this journey. Out loud, above the rising roar of the river uphead, she asked, “What was I thinking?” Ah, yes, she knew what she’d been thinking. The Captain had said this was the trip He wanted her to take. She had questioned, but not really gotten answers. Well, the Captain had told her that this trip was for her good. Yes, He had said that. Now, she had believed Him, and still believed Him, but sometimes, yes sometimes, when the waves splashed high, when her boat spun, when the storm clouds rolled in over the foaming whitecaps, then, she would question and wonder.
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If the Captain had merely sent her on a mission down a river she’d been before, that would have been one thing. At least she would have known what to expect. Where to find rest, what bumps to steer clear of. That would have been easy. Or if that was too easy, the Captain could have sent her down a river that at least someone else had been down before. Then she could have gotten information about the difficulties up ahead. But no, the Captain had bypassed all the known routes, all the places others had been before. No, for her, He chose the uncharted waters.
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Uncharted waters…oh, those words rang with mystery and suspense. She felt herself rise to the challenge. Yes, with the Captain’s guidance and help she would go on this adventure. She’d navigate these uncharted waters, and live to tell the tale. And then the water’s would rise and the spray would sting her eyes, and times would get difficult. She would shrink back. But, and she promised herself, that no matter what difficulties lay up ahead in the unexplored waters, the Captain was with her. He had chosen this trip for her, and He had promised…yes, He’d promised, that it would be for her good. Maybe not in the way she’d imagined, maybe in the way she hoped, but, it would be for her good. And she rested in that.
