The sun came up after a rare, peaceful night’s sleep. Exhausted from traveling, yet somehow more filled up. Then a simple gesture comes through, one little touch, my best friend reaches out into my heart she did creep;
“I’m thinking about you today.
I wish I could do something to help, but only time will.”
A tear springs to my eye reminding me to feel.
Why am I struggling so? God help me heal!
I have come so far from the place I once clung to. By now I would have sought out in another to numb and distract me until time moved me on and I could start anew.
God has shown me the ways to care about me, not rely on the world to cover my wounds, but to look up and find refuge in all that I see.
These days remind me still that I am the same girl, wanting love and protection the need to be filled.
For a brief period of time in the grand scheme of things, I was blessed to have had a glimpse of what it might bring.
His actions on my mind how they still ring out, like a song to my heart, console and bring comfort his words they do shout;
“It’s handled kitty…”
Those three simple words I came to trust and depend on, in essence when spoken from his lips, never let me down.
Having been starved for love since being a little girl, the craving for more brought me to a place I thought I’d never feel.
It surely felt like God’s hands were right in there, delivering His blessing through the flesh of a savior.
Choices I have made I can finally see, the rungs on the ladder got out of order because of me.
“I didn’t ask you to put me there.”
“I did that all on my own.”
It has taken this time for clarity to erase some of the confusion that had fogged my vision and took me to a horizontal position.
Sometimes I think I see God’s plan, His vision and design, at least a small portion of what He has in mind.
I am so grateful you graced my life and entered my heart, not a note of regret nor an ounce of remorse, only fond memories play a part.