Soft light dancing
Coffee steaming
Heart beating.
I stare out the clear window
asking one question of You
What do you require of me,
O Lord?
And silently wait.
A rush of peace descends
as the Holy mingles with the sinner
somehow living in perfect juxtaposition
within this body of mine.
From deep within me
the voice of peace
and a power unimaginable
speaks out
"A willing heart, my child."
And so I'm learning.
To be willing
to go places
and speak with people
and do things
that aren't comfortable
or glamorous.
I will always be learning.
To live with an open palm
not grasping too tightly those things
in which I place
so much value.
Learning to find freedom
in the unknown
and the trusting
that I wrestle with
day by day.
