There are few moments in my life where I've been speechless.
And I think that's sometimes half my problem.
I never know how to be silent.
To sit and just be.
To enjoy the comfort my Savior can bring.
To just be silent.
'Be still and know that I am God.'
But who is my God...
He's my Provider.
My Shield.
My Shelter.
My Lover.
My everything.
He's my Provider.
My Shield.
My Shelter.
My Lover.
My everything.
I need to learn to be still and let Him just love me. Flaws, fears, failure and all.
I need to let Him love me for me. The real me. Not the one that the world sees. But the one who's raw and open before her Creator.
I need to let him validate me. Allow Him to show me my worth despite my failure.
Silence... Brings restoration.
2 comments:
Your poetry is skillfully written with a flow that brings rythem and expression. I am sadden by the reality of the inner pain that one experiences who may find themselves in such a state. Wanting and needing the presence and direction of God our creator but not knowing the way to receive Him and receive his guidance, love, compassion, forgiveness. He is waiting for us to receive Him and his word and guidance. I received Him years ago and boy! Did my life change!
Would love to share! J.
Your poetry is skillfully written with a flow that brings rythem and expression. I am sadden by the reality of the inner pain that one experiences who may find themselves in such a state. Wanting and needing the presence and direction of God our creator but not knowing the way to receive Him and receive his guidance, love, compassion, forgiveness. He is waiting for us to receive Him and his word and guidance. I received Him years ago and boy! Did my life change!
Would love to share! J.
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