Called OutCalled from darkness into light. In light I stand. But what have I left behind In that darkness of fear? What do I need to get to Expose to the light, Look at? But I am afraid. I hang back.
Unbidden, the door flies open, And the darkness rushes out at me. "This is a gift," a Voice says. A gift? How can this be a gift? But it is time to be free. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. And so I begin. Taking each fear and problem, Holding it up to God's light.
I still don't want this gift. I still want to go back, Back to what I know, Back to what is safe and warm and Predictable. This God is not predictable. This God forces me to face things I'd rather leave Hidden in darkness. Please be gentle with me, Father. I'm fragile and can break.
by Victoria S.
1 comment:
Listen to your song sweetie. "kept me from falling every where but my knees." It's hard work to touch that vulnerable place within us and expose it but I promise you the rewards are greater then you ever dreamed.
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