I see the beauty behind, back there, and I breathe deep.
When the waves loom large, threatening present-
I am tempted to run, or hide, to forgot who holds them;
holds us
holds me.
When I stop and remember, I relax.
Remember how He kept us, grew us, and upheld.
How He provided, led, and gave…grace saving; amazing.
He hasn’t changed; he doesn’t.
The whistles blows, buddy check.
Go back to the main thing,
Christ and Him crucified.
The One who redeems, saves, and restores-
in presence of waves; deep and beyond our control.
Stop in this moment and see Him; present in past, in present, and in times to come.
He more than I know, never stops…
He is.
Me, cycling round, and growing in the fragile, the tough, and amidst blessings rich.
Patient is He.
Tempted to camp in safety of what’s comfortable.
Vulnerable wings need to fly to gain strength that won’t quickly tire or retreat.
“Don’t grow weary.”
“Don’t lose heart”
Oh the pull to cave.
Brave face pulls resistant feet to follow.
Follow where?
Into unknown where He dwells.
Remember who He is.
By whose name you are called.
Relax in remembering; He held.
He holds.
He will keep holding.
He will keep you.
He is; so near.