I counted it a blessing when I heard music beat in my heart again by the
end of April that year. The passion and rhyme returned as poetry stirred within
my soul. Words flowed from my pen, and I started to process and connect the
recent past with the present and the future.
Still Walking . . .
Hearing Your
call
so loud and
so clear,
we had no
other choice
but to
swallow our fear.
We took every
step
as a step in
the dark,
not knowing
what followed,
or if we hit
the mark.
Would we have
enough money?
That was our number
one doubt.
Yet we knew
that our God
Already planned
it all out.
Would we have
enough patience
to handle the
change?
Was this
parenting challenge
completely
out of our range?
Every
question that surfaced
He answered
with peace.
He placed a
call on our lives,
thus our fears
had to cease.
He provided
the money,
we were never
in need.
He provided
other families
whose advice
we could heed.
It all came
together,
our lives
were prepared.
We eagerly
awaited
a challenge
many wouldn't dare.
Yet all we
prepared for,
all the needs
God met,
all for a
journey with
a destination
we know not yet.
So we
continue walking
one blind
step at a time,
not knowing
where we're headed,
Even tragedy
has a purpose,
so I continue
to believe
God is still
at work
while He gives me time to grieve.
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