this is nothing but a new day. and I am foreigner in a strange land. I come from yesterdays, from regrets, from lies, from mismatched rags and silver spoons and broken crystal. so what adventures await me, hiding under dusty books that ache with knowledge, creeping in between where earth stops and heaven starts, lurking in the starry tree-tops begging “Climb me!”.
let us
dance crookedly.
and
point fingers only at the sea for swallowing half our dreams.
and
believe in tire swings and grandfather clocks and AM radios.
and
laugh like donkeys and cry like babes and live like the creature we were made to be.
when you always think of yourself as the exception, than the world must embrace you tighter.
but I don’t want this aging moment of motion to seize me.
no. this is a sight to be seen by only One.
because if I close my eyes and count.
and count each grain of sand and each suspended wish of light
He has no end of pebbles to crush, and angels just have more smiles
yet I have chosen child’s play: scooped between two little hands, falling down again
and looked upon the deathly dark with tired eyes and too few fears of
Him, of Them, of the waiting silence that will whisper:
I love you, My Beloved. You are forgiven. I paid your price because you, to Me, are priceless. My hand is open and I will cradle your sweet head, My daughter, My child. Be free to serve Me with all your bruised heart, shattered mind, and convoluted soul. I am your Abba, your Savior, your Guide. Pick up your strivings, your fears, your broken promises, your lies, your wild mouth, your sense of injustice, your desire to love, your beginnings of truth, your capturing knowledge and follow Me. For I know the Way, I am the Way, and there is no other way to Me. Gather here, into My embrace. I love you, My Beloved. There is nothing you can do to get in My way of loving you. I cannot love you less, I cannot love you more. I love you, My Broken, My Bruised, My Beaten, My Beginning, My Breath. I love you, My Beloved. You are forgiven. Do not shy away, for I am here, and I was here, and I will always be here. But if you do, My adventurous child, know that this is the way home, and I am here. For the son left his father, but never forgot him, and returned to the embrace of a man he once knew, who knew him all along the way. I love you, My Beloved. You are forgiven.
Be comforted today by the promise, the power, the paradox of our living God, our Abba. I was searching for myself in this mess, but He found me here searching and told me who I was, who I am, who I am not. There is still a million maybes and thousands of tomorrows, but I am present and still in the peace of the Lord who cannot cease to love.
