This week and one day later her words still with me.
I turn them over and over, let them hollow me out.
Haven’t I been also?
Drifting?
A broken heart turned her rudder.
What of me? What will shake me out of this hapless meander?
I am…
floundering.
Beginning to wonder.
So I wander instead.
Outside at dusk.
Sit on front stoop and listen.
Watch bats flap maniacally.
Full moon rises over three of Billie Jo’s trees.
She planted them when she wanted a baby so badly. Empty inside; so she grew things. The yard is lush with shrubbery and flowering bushes.
But these three—Cyprus trinity with golden eye above.
They make me think of little Sarah who now sleeps in Billie Jo’s nursery.
More bats.
They seem so…frantic.
Directionless.
Crazy wings fanning, senseless dips and dives.
I turn my mind to Him. Deliberately turn the rudder. Focus heart on Him…
and listen.
One of my patients recently told me that when he was dying, in the moments when he almost left this world, he felt it.
“The peace that surpasses all understanding.”
Philippians 4:7.
"And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."
I grope around for it, blindly reaching.
Where are You in all this, Lord?
Sometimes He makes me wait, further molding my character. But tonight, He knows my desperation. He comes to me and tends my heart. Wraps me in His love. And I feel it too…this peace.
A firefly alights beside me.
I am bemused.
Lucy Mae tries to eat it.
I think of the love trees. And the crazy flap of a bat’s wings.
And it all makes sense.
The Spirit inside directs my steps.
It feels haphazard. It feels empty sometimes.
But there is a reason.
This, I trust with all my heart. Sometimes, I just need to remember.
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24 comments:
Beautiful!
GOD is always with us directing our steps. Thank you for the beautiful reminder through poetry.
Blessings, andrea
Don't we all just need to sit, think, connect, and wonder? As long as our hearts know the Truth all while our minds wander...
Beautiful-painting pictures with your words...I love it. You are truly blessed.
Tessa
Lovely!
Thank you for sharing these beautiful words...
Blessings,
Catherine
You are heaven sent!!
You bless me in any and everything you share when I'm able to visit. This was awesome!
Love ya.
made me tear up...
blessings,
Sarah
Marvelous to meander through your heart, mind, and outside world along with you.....
Beautifully written. I loved it. Thank you for sharing
Very lovely.
Your writing is breath taking! Really!
I have come to visit from other blogs. This is such a beautiful, touching post Laura. I am drawn to good writing - writing that has its genesis in Him.
Thank you for sharing your heart and encouraging mine.
Lilting, lovely writing! Precious message.
I loved this! Sometimes I feel just like those bats, and am thankful for a rudder to turn me home.
The story of your neighbor's luscious garden awaiting a child and then the gift of one was so touching... a beautiful sharing of your stillness with God.
Here, in Christ,
Maria
Your words make me ponder, listen for His voice. Thanks!
You created quite a picture for me. Wow!
Thank God for his word of peace.
Yes, I need that. His peace. Not from this world.
I wish you a peaceful night's rest.
Rest in Him. He's nearer than you think.
Love,
Tiffany
drifting, floundering, wondering, waiting ... fireflies and Lucy Mae. The makings of a good night in WVa.
Ponder well.
peace~elaine
PS: If by weekend you're referring to She Speaks, I didn't go. Other priorities kept me home; a very good decision.
[Deep sigh of relief] Thank you for breathing His peace inside me.
Tears have been flowing sporadically today...Buddy is sinking fast, a co-worker lost her brother suddenly this morning and got the news moments after praying for him, and a co-worker coldly rejected me. Peace.
nice to go out on the stoop in the summer. i saw the full moon coming up toninght, it was very pretty.
Goodness, a bit speechless. Your words ring in my heart and spirit. I'm going to need to read it again.
Thanks for splashing me today in Him!
Blessings from Costa Rica,
Sarah Dawn
I was drawn right there with you on that step, seeing those trees and bats and feeling that groping for peace.
You're a beautiful writer,
a beautiful soul.
I don't know why, but I like the firefly. The simplicity and hope of it. And Lucy Mae trying to eat it. Yes, that too.
Ok, Laura, this one hits. I, too, have sometimes felt haphazard, floundering. And your thoughts remind me that we, as human beings, maybe as women are much the same. I am there with you on the porch (I think), watching bats, pondering love trees, and yes, watching Lucy Mae eat the firefly!
His Peace, yes.
Remember
"Empty inside; so she grew things."
Oh, girl.
You write and collect bits of haphazard me and I feel whole. That's the Jesus in your words, right?
I send so much love, Laura, my heart hurts...
Thank you ... for being real... and remembering.
All's grace,
Ann
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