The Maze

Muddled.

Messy.

Inadequate.

Afraid.

How can you use a girl like me?

I feel so desperate,

for more of Thee.

A maze of souls,

I walk through blind,

to seeing the path,

You want me to find.

I hit a wall,

and turn around,

“I should have known,”

a contemptuous frown.

But what if the wall

was part of the plan?

to redirect

and hold your hand?

To give up

and let go,

to figuring out

what only you can know?

Participation; not getting it right.

Learning and growing

as we wade through souls,

Whose transformation

only You can hold.

Designer of the maze,

O can’t you see?

the bushes and vines

that entangle me?

Chop them away,

cut them through,

(or perhaps they’re part

of Your plan too?)

Just, please, release me

to follow You.

Meet me at the walls,

dead ends,

and turns,

Guide me through,

The One Who Sees,

As I hold Your hand . . .

The end.

An opening

A new direction to go . . .

Muddled.

Still messy.

Inadequate for sure.

But Love giving me courage

to help me see,

“Inadequate yes,

but Beloved My love

transforms thee.”

The Wind

We've had one of the windiest springs I've ever experienced.

You know the kind of wind that howls.

That's almost seems personified.

The kind that disrupts.

Sometimes annoys.

Yet somehow produces awe and wonder in it's power.

I imagine those birds that fly in spite of the wind, they don't fight it, instead they do the natural thing and let the wind take them.

They soar.

Not always easy.

And perhaps sometimes, growing tired against the current.

But they trust the wind to move them.

And the winds blows...

And blows...

And when it's quieted.

When the gusts have ended.

They soar, still.

More.

Because they have let the wind guide them.

And now that it has quieted, there is....

Clarity.

Clearer skies.

New direction.

"Where the Spirit of the Lord is there is freedom." (and awe, and wonder, and disruption, and lack of control, and unexpected adventure)

R

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