I don't normally blog on Thursdays, but I have a little piece I wrote and pasted to a friend's blog comments. These things don't really go together, and yet, in my mind -this morning- they do. So here it is. Tammy, I hope you're not offended.
The picture is of my granddaughter Olivia.
I am verbose
and full of improbable dreams at times.
Then that One to whom I promised faithfulness
looks penetratingly at my arrogant humanity.
He isn't shaking his head. His look does not condemn.
That is my heart speaking
-the heart that was so confident and snobbish a short time before.
He sees my broken promises.
That's the hard part.
I really intended to trust and forsake all others,
but I got hung up on the things that would be added to me
if I succeeded.
So, He advances with His work
and in that moment when I can barely look back,
he wipes my face,
makes me a new garment from the things I would not have dreamed
and says "Come along now.
We have things to do."
D Woodall 2007
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