I have felt the call of God:
Here. Here. Your life is here.
For I have been wishing to get
away from it—to be somewhere
enormously different—as if
a change of scene would change myself.
I wonder, would it?
My bare feet are afraid
of crossing the lawn.
Grass hides glass blades—
It is impossible
to walk a broken world
without getting cut.
To exchange what is imagined
for what is real
is a peculiar kind of loss—
a giving up of what
I never really had. This is not bittersweet.
It is ambivalence.
How much should I give up?
And more—
How much do I trust
The Author of Real Life?
I love this! <3 So beautiful and true!
ReplyDeleteGlad it blessed you, KattyRae. It's always a delight to see you here :)
DeleteI feel you, barn swallow! Not too long ago I was at the same crossroad. After much prayer and crying out to the Lord I went forward and entered the path the Lord laid out for me. And I know that if I get cut from a hidden "glass blade" God will be there to clean, bind up and heal the wound. Don't forfeit the adventure God has waiting for you as He guides you through a broken world in need of meeting the Risen Savior through you.
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting AND commenting, water walker! And thank for the encouragement :) I really do want to embrace God's writing of my life instead of trying to take over!
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