i'm standing in the middle of a whirlwind.
and it's a scary.
and uncertain.
but my footing is firm.
my hands are lifted in the air.
and they are open.
holding nothing.
my eyes are closed.
in simple trust.
i am not big enough.
for this.
i do not know why He asked me.
but i'm honored.
the whirlwind doesn't make sense.
and didn't come at a convenient time.
but it's beautiful.
and i want to stay.
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