as I did last night--
Thursday, December 02, 2010
In the Nest
I'm feeling pensive today.
This always happens
when I expose my heart,
as I did last night--
as I did last night--
Awkwardly sharing
the deeper places
that only the Lord
and I
can see.
Honestly,
I didn't share much,
but a swatch cut from the tapestry of life
still sometimes stings...
Though differently than it did before.
Its hard,
choosing vulnerability.
Hard to share the deeper things of life
that have shaped me,
held me,
transformed me
into who I am today.
Still...
I'm tempted
to create a different image,
than the one
cut for me.
Though I am unable to do it.
Time has taught me,
to share
(when the time is right)
the good
as well as the bad.
I doubt I will ever
do it gracefully...
but the privilege of
Remembering,
Reminding,
Representing,
all things,
those we can see and understand,
and those we can't,
can be..
Life is messy.
Even ugly,
sometimes I still want to run --
runaway
from places and names,
times and troubles.
Run,
from myself.
But Truth tells me,
I'm never alone.
(Neither are you.)
I am,
and was,
and always will be,
thankfully,
blessedly,
amazingly,
tucked in,
under-wing,
of the
Almighty.
~~~
He will cover you with His feathers,
and under His wing you will find refuge,
His faithfulness will be your shield.
Psalm 91:4
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I love you. Thank you for that Psalm, and for sharing who you are with me. xxxooo
Awww...Kellie...I don't know what you are writing about but I sense the personalness of it and I sense the beauty that may have come from the ashes of an imperfect life (belive me....been there, done that) and that my friend is real and to me nothing is more beautiful then being real. God's hand on your life is evident and I am glad to call you a friend. Love you.
I love the picture of being under His wing...such security!! Love you, Marie
Beautiful.
This made me cry...tears of sympathy and of tears of gratitude for what God alone can redeem.
I love to see how He redeems the desert parts of our life.
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