In the shade

I sat under the shade to watch him work.  He put on my hat to cover me from the sun, and my favorite heart shape sunglasses. He gave me a blanket to keep warm, for he knows that I have grown weary.  I watched him in amazement.  He never stops doing, and his works are always perfect. 

I have thoroughly enjoyed his company.  Our time together has been precious.  He has provided manna in this wilderness, protected me from sunlight in the day, and kept me warm at night.  He has allowed me to sing at the top of my lungs when my favorite songs come on the radio, and he has shown me kindness and grace. 

However, he has grown aware of my tiredness.  At night, I cuddle next to him and there are no petitions, just the moaning of a broken heart.  My final destination has become a blur, but as he hands me his handkerchief he understands without words.   

He has not said anything out of kindness, but we both know why I am still in this wilderness.  He has not wanted me to grieve more than I already do, but he now knows that I aware of what he has not said…The reason I have not arrive is because I have nowhere to go.  All I possess…is Him.

Copyright 10/10/2015

 

 

Sunrise

As the sun sets and darkness creeps in I pray for an ending.  Maybe he will lavish me in mercy and request that I go be with him.  Maybe we will meet and he will hold me as he dries my tears.  Maybe the misery of my days and the sorrow of my heart will heal.  Maybe despair will no longer exist.

That is when he reminds me it’s too early.  I still have works that were prepared for me beforehand to fulfill, in-laws to meet and grandchildren to hold. He makes me review his promises and hold on to my only hope.  So I hold on to the one who wants to give me abundant life. He considers me one of his sheep and says that I am his child.  I take refuge in him as I lay my head and sleep.

In the morning as the sun rises I am reminded. My sorrow awakens and misery emerges but I continue to hold on to my hope.  Maybe this will be the day the ending will come; the ending of my misery and sorrow.  Maybe this will be the day He chooses to dry my tears.   Maybe this will be the day I will see him and he intervenes.  So I earnestly watch for Him for with a new day comes hope and my only hope is him…

Copyright 09/28/2015