It has been months since I entered Babylon. For weeks, I have walked the streets reminiscing. Anticipating the date when things would be effortless. In my waiting, sorrow has become an ally. I admit that at times my heartbreak has led to resentment, anger and unhappiness. Repentance and confession, have become a daily practice; 1John 1:9. Yet, continually I pray for justice, for vindication.
The waiting has revealed my illness. That which was private is now exposed. I am the woman who has exhausted her resources looking to be comforted. It feels hopeless. Suddenly, I heard the crowd. He was coming! I said to myself; “I will run, maybe I can touch him.” I searched looking for the one who had the power to heal. The one who could see beyond my anguish. Suddenly I was in his presence. “Lord look; Do you see my wounds?” I pleaded: “Have mercy on me”... He heard me... Mark 5:24-34
I still remember my ruins. I have not seen justice. When I find fresh wounds, I continue to run to him. When in his presence, He extends healing. I love Him. I trust Him. For the one who is dear to me has a plan. He does not think like I do. He will not do like I want. His ways are better. I praise him!! When his final work is accomplished, I will continue to praise him! And everyone who sees his undertaking will glorify him!!! The one seated on the throne. The only true God...
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