The wind is cool and fresh. I am whisked away up on a mountain where we chat about the vision He’s given me and what its #purpose is.
It’s a glimmering light of a conversation, but before we were done I jumped down from where I was and started trying to map out my own course.
The course from the “here” to the “there.” God was still up on the peak, waiting for me to rejoin Him, while I walked this way and that.
My soul and my spirit cry for quiet and closeness with my Father, but all too often my flesh tries to heed the voice of the world. Now, rush, here, there.
Run, shove, don’t wait, go now, hurry on!
I get it and I want to try it on for size. But every time I try to fit the world’s shoe to my foot I slip quick. My backbone pangs with a sharp pain and I already know what I’m to do.
So I look up and lift up. My hands go up up. And He picks me up up. Into His arms I fly and His mercy never waivers. He is quick to love on me and slow to chide. I think because by the time I get in His arms, I’ve chided my own heart to sore.
Love me, love me God. Even when I am hard to love. Help me, .
No, no. Just want you. It’s solitude and solace, it’s the quiet calling. It’s the unique walk I want. I don’t want that pie, I don’t want what the world has to offer.
Give me peace and contentment. Give me a love to serve my family. Give me a huner for slow talking and quick listening. Give me a hunger for the deep.
Help me see that slow and hard is good for my character. Good seed in my soil[ed] heart being made new.
This was a five-minute free write. Join the crew at Kate’s place. It’s fun seriously. Let your guard down and write baby, write. #fmf