Have you not heard...

I can’t whisper loud enough.
Afraid that my heart will hear the thoughts that my mind dare not relay to my mouth to pierce through my lips just to exhaust the atmosphere with a powerful prediction.

What can I give…
Where is my alabaster jar?
Perfume to pour out...
My heart doesn’t pump enough blood to show my overflow.
Tears filling more pillows than buckets.
I'm happy you chose me...

I’m changing my perspective.
Looking at myself.
Visionary.

Comfort me.

In this place of stillness.
In this place of peaceful darkness.
I don’t have any answers to the test you’re giving me.
But you have them so I wait.

Plants sprouting on paper where the answers would be.
Stretching me into my greatness.

I’m lost.
But you know exactly where I am.
I’m lonely.
But you keep me company.

I’m dependent on you.

Seasons changing.
You tell the wind to blow me in the direction where your grace and mercy will follow.
You cover me with snow; white like the sheep you guide in the pasture.
You speak to my mountains I don’t know exist because you protect me from the sliding serpent.
And he hates his life more than the ground he creeps upon.

I smile.

Obedience.
Leaving places of familiarity for a journey with you.
Too afraid to say no.

So…

Comfort me.
Cover me.
You call on me.

Here am I!

Selah.

Eyes lifted to the never ending horizon.
Beauty.

You love.
I live.
We grow.

Amen.

4 Isaiah 40