I’ve stopped moving, driving, running. All that moves is pen across page. The wind blows outside our meeting place ‘neath the moon and street lamp. Truly I am privileged to park at night with God, to drive for miles nowhere with Him at my side unpacking my thoughts – explaining, coloring in the gray, desiring me more than I ever dreamed of being desired. Pure!
My heart is a jumble of words and ideas, pictures, stories – I need You, Lord, for anything to hold together, consist, congeal. I need Your Spirit to flow, and blow upon embers hungering for Your life breath. And so I wait, child upon lap. I close my eyes and listen to Your song in the wind. Ask me whatever You will, Lord. Search me, know me.
Why do I run from what I love, Lord – from Who loves me more than all others without end? I run to share the joys of Your love with others and sometimes I get lost. I get lost in trying, in wanting to share my heart – and then I come home, for only You know my heart. Only You want me with an everlasting love that welcomes me, explores me, comes into me and satisfies. Deeper and deeper You take me, the two of us alone in Your chambers. There I discover the joys of being all alone with the One who never leaves.
Held in the Shadow,
Terry
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Your title intrigued me as I was looking through the entries from Spiritual Sundays. I love your swan picture which exemplifies your verse so beautifully, and I enjoyed your post written from your heart.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful thoughts and fantastic photos. Thank you for sharing them.
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Charlotte