spunky and enerved, ready to pounce on deep Holy-cultivated desire.
and I see how I have much room for more risk,
more space to anticipate more of Him.
Perhaps, you like me, don't know right now where He will take you -
He's giving you glimmers that you couldn't hang a hat on, and He's calling you to lay your life down.
Oh my God.
That's just it -- my God.
The One and Only for shady doubters.
my hands are loosed in greater grip,
and soft feather-breaths of hope come to rest on Him:
the Strong and Kind, the Hallowed and Near One,
willing us up from amidst the desert's thousand grains of sand -
in His way of wooing us to fall soft in Him.
In talking about plans,
and telling Him about them.
in praying for things to for things to come,
wanting "Thy will be done".
About learning new shades and signs,
taking a path
to follow Him on.
Trust in His hands known gentle,
with holy lips speaking God-life into all of me.
Hope is boundless and palpable,
He perfects my hoping as it's used and I care less about all that's not Him.
We talk of where we are and about hoping for more,
for change and for future.
All satisfied in wanting of Him.
Today, I give thanks for:
- looking and finding.
- open doors.