When Your Heart Needs to Heal

Walking away, out...

My heart is searching.

I know that it is there, right there.

So close, yet the grace-giving power of it is unseen,

to the natural eyes.

I am searching. My heart is weakly opening, with every

beat it longs to embrace - to envelope the healing.

I bring my camera.

I open my eyes... again

I want to see, to know - His goodness

My arms swing back and forth, pumping me on - away... out

my heart is beating faster, my breath is shorter.

Marching on... searching.

The wind is gentle and warm, and it greets me first.

Softly whispering,

                                     breathing warmly over the cold, 

                                                                                    dark

                                                                                          places

The sun is setting,

leaving a trail of light and color

so beautiful - it brings the tears

As it slips behind the hills and trees - I am content to stay behind

The fighting, longing to follow - is quiet. My heart stills, stays.

                                                     And I turn back.

The birds sing their faithful praises, content in the end of a thing,

never worrying about the next.

Their song is His goodness - His faithfulness

The breeze is stronger now...

yet gentle still.

The smell of life and growth and His unending faithfulness

blows in, and around, and through me.

So sweet, so true

In and out it flows, setting to flight the lies - because I am loved, I am His

 The LORD has appeared from afar to me, saying "Yes, I have loved you with an everlasting love; therefore with lovingkindness I have drawn you." Jeremiah 31:3

Banishing the bitterness - for God is love, and He cares

LORD, You have heard the desire of the humble; You will prepare their heart; You will cause Your ear to hear. 

Psalm 10:17

Healing the aching pain - for He makes all things new again

He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also He has put eternity in their hearts, except that no one can find out the work that God does from beginning to end. Ecclesiastes 3:11

I allow His mercy and truth to flow through and cleanse me

Reach in and out of every broken part.

Whisper healing,

flowing goodness.

Only He can heal what eyes cannot see and hands cannot touch.

 Letting go, unseen chains and wounds,

                       unlatch and unwind, 

                                              blowing, 

                      tumbling away in the winds of healing.

And then I hear it , the truth - whispering, you are going to  make it.

I will carry you. I have a plan for you...

And you are right where you are supposed to be -

Yes, I see it. I see Your love. I see Your goodness.

One foot in front of the other,

right,

     left,

           right.

Down the white line on our quiet, country road.

I'm heading, back - 

home

And everything's going to be okay.

Because He... is good