finding joy in the still
learning rest in the not-to-do
listening in the quiet
i feel His pursuit
i hear the sound of His breath
this breath of life
blowing like a great wind over me.
i will not be found hiding
afraid in sin and shame
but turned and running
to meet my Pursuer.
loved and forgiven i receive this gift
empowered and filled i break free
called and commissioned i advance
consumed and overtaken it is no longer i who live.
giving thanks in all, i am embraced by the One whose heart holds complete
undone and unable to speak, my words fail me
overwhelmed by this God who loves me full
i spill out and He cradles messy, imperfect brokenness.
i sit on this potter's wheel surrendered
i enter this furnace open
molding, refining, repairing, re-making
i am His.
what is this life if not to be lived for the One who first breathed life
if not to be given back to the one Who first gave
lived for the One who breathes life still, today
given to the One who gives life still, today
i am His.
linking with beautiful emily for imperfect prose.