I AM !

I like recycling. I think it's great to come up with new uses for old things. But not when it comes to pain. I don't enjoy recycling through grief or memories of suffering. It's just not fun. But it is often inevitable. On a recent morning of rehashing old hurts that had surfaced, I cried out to the Lord. No matter the need I brought to Him, His supply was sufficient. He was enough...

I am...

I am groveling in the filth

radiant in His love

I am broken bits

shattered by His grace

I am coward, cowering

sheltered in His peace

I am recalcitrant

made to lay down in His rest

I am lost, seeking

found in His mercy

I am forgotten child

dancing in His favor

I am weak and dusty

strengthened by His might

I am crying, broken

held in His comfort

I am dashed dreams

ravished by His hope

I am hungry, longing

fed by His extravagance

I am! I cry

I AM! He replies.