finding joy in the still
learning rest in the not-to-do
listening in the quiet
encountering Him.
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
becoming.
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.
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Beautiful Shelly. I like the potter's wheel reference.
Great photo, and heartfelt reflections.
Thanks,
Kath
smiles...beautiful reflections in your verse...reads like a psalm....
Thanks for stopping by....you write so beautifully. I especially like the stanza about the potters wheel..."I sit on the potter wheel surrendered....becoming...I am His.
What is life is not to be lived for the one who first breathed life...great thought to ponder daily...
Blessings~
your words are so beautiful.
"i will not be found hiding
afraid in sin and shame
but turned and running
to meet my Pursuer."
Absolutely loved this picture of running to meet the pursuer of my soul.
Mel
LOVE the photo. Love the verse. :)
this is stunning.
it's almost a prayer.
<3
I'm thinking that we must be in similar spots in our journey because this was like a line right out of my thoughts today:
finding joy in the still
learning rest in the not-to-do
listening in the quiet
encountering Him
What a lovely description of what is means to know His voice. I am new to the blog world - and a new follower of your blog. Look forward to reading more. I loved this!! Thank you for sharing ~ Blessings, alice
and he cradles messy...
and we are his.
love this.
your heart, friend, so beautiful.
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