Some days are full of pebbles-
a myriad of small, stinging pains,
any one of them minor,
together an onslaught that flings dirt in the eyes,
draws tears,
leaves a thousand tiny bruises.
Then there are boulder seasons-
breathtaking, crushing things
too large for my finite mind,
blocking the view,
impeding progress.
These are boulder days.
Church issues.
A friend's heart and home shattered by infidelity.
Administrative changes in our school district.
A senior and a freshman.
Students in darkness breaking the surface as anger
and kids in darkness masked by a pleasant demeanor.
Amid the boulders,
I cry out to Jesus--
to be salt and light,
gentle, winsome, truthful, faithful--
but mostly just for Him.
Do not tremble, do not be afraid.
Did I not proclaim this and foretell it long ago?
You are my witnesses. Is there any God besides me?
No, there is no other Rock; I know not one.
Isaiah 44:8
Oh my friend, your words are so true and eloquently written. I cry out to Jesus too!
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Oh friend, praying for you to know His peace, His joy, the assurance of His presence, even in these boulder days.
ReplyDeleteI know those days. Praying that the Light will dispel the darkness my friend.
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