she watched
she listened
she felt
the gentle tug of the current
as she slipped her
hand into the icy
cold of the mountain stream
she sat quietly
she prayed to hear His voice
she wrote
and wrote some more
for that is simply what she does
and that is how she hears His voice
heaviness had been pressing in
heaviness pressing in hard
and she did not know why
so she wrote in conversation
with the One who knows all
what had been shrouded in a mist
oh so lovingly He revealed all
that which was pulling her down
that which was stealing her joy
oh the details need not
be known
for He knows
and she knows
but that one specific touch of His hand
simply cannot not be shared
for even if only to encourage another
now running dry anyway
she sat on a large rock barely
in the stream
she surrendered
once again all that
she had taken back...
for truly she is prone
to wander...
she felt burdens lifting
with each small stone
tossed into the current
she then picked up a piece of a tree
(a very small piece...yet too big to
simply be called a stick)
anyway...she tossed it in the water...
it represented her lack of patience
in the waiting room...
in the holding pattern...
in the season in which He has her
she fully expected it to float
downstream
for is that not what
any small lightweight
piece of wood
would do?
oh to sure it floated...
but instead of floating
downstream
a current unseen
(to her eyes, anyway)
carried it back upstream
to the very spot into
which she had
tossed it
stagnant or even regression
is really just His current keeping in
or carrying one
back to work yet unfinished
be it work He had that one doing
or work He was doing on that heart
the large stick...
or small piece of wood...
was then carried sideways a bit
just far enough to be under
the flow of water coming
down over rocks...
a small waterfall
of sorts
floating even though being
pressed downward by the
water's constant motion
...pressed hard on all sides...
is that not exactly what our Abba does?
and is that not often one reason for
the waiting room season?
to pour His love
His grace
His mercy
His protection
His forgiveness
over a heart so
desperately in need
yet fairly convinced
it is ready to
move on
and in that time...in that season
one can either allow the water's pressure...
the current that is His love
to refresh
to restore
to renew
or one can fight the current.
and that is what she had been doing.
oh the enormity of His grace
for while in that season of waiting
He not only prepares the heart
for that which lies ahead
but He also reminds
that same heart of
His faithfulness so great
in times past and present
giving assurance of faithfulness
yet to come
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