(I'm currently taking a writers class at school. One of the assignments was to write 200-400 words about the way we encounter God and connect with Him. I wrote a little poetic piece about how I meet with God in peaceful rest.)
In the soft
whispers of silence I hear my strong Savior speak. It's in the hidden corners
of a world full of whirlwinds that I meet with the Prince of Peace. The
Timeless One is never in a rush.
He holds me tight as I unwind in His
everlasting embrace. He trades pressure for peace, fear for freedom and hurry
for hope. I linger at His feet as time seems to stand still. I dive into the
depths of His gaze and let His furious love drown me.
Only melodies of music
surround me and only my pen can find the paper. Words form worlds when my eyes
find the face of my Maker. I sketch the outlines of His countenance and allow
the limited vocabulary of my heart to describe this Relentless Lover. The form
of His faithfulness and the shape of His steadfastness paints the rest of my
day.
His loving affection pours over me like a powerful waterfall that I can
barely stand. How can I ever receive a love so limitless?
But I lean into His
arms to hear His words in my ear. "And if you can't grasp it today, I will
still be here tomorrow."
In rest I am found, in peace I will remain.
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