Well, not quite five minutes. running on a little longer than that, running maybe a little messy, but this 5-minute-friday sounds...good.
What am I but a daughter trying to live without a father?
I go day by day. I breathe in and out. because my body does that automatically.
I look at things that storm my day and determine to get through them...if its the last thing I do.
I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders...because that's what I do. It's my job. right?
To carry my burdens unaided, to carry those of my family, my workplace, my friends.
it just is, it's always been that way.
Words that have won their way into my mind.
They seek to keep me on a certain path. Bound for a destination I did not choose...but now have.
They are constant.
Unrelenting.
Unforgiving.
Cycling endlessly to tell me there is no hope.
That I'm alone.
Unprotected.
Un-cared for.
Unloved.
Till that whisper of grace.
The one they tried so hard to drown out? It's there.
bubbling up.
streaming from the WELLSPRING.
Bathing tired thoughts. Washing away the weariness of mind, soul.
It tells of love unending. Reaching heaven to earth. Deeper and wider than I can imagine.
Forgiveness. Free, without any need to do.
Rich, rich mercy, my life is saturated with the lavish gifts of a Father.
A loving, adoring, heavenly Papa who takes me in His arms and tells the darkness, "MINE".
I can no longer be bought and sold by the enemy.
Thrown about by the fierce winds of his hot accusations. his blustering rage. when I see him from the safety of my Papa's arms, I see an enemy defeated.
with nothing left to stand on.
I see the life He would give me. Not a coddled princess, no.
But a Beloved one, protected, cared for.
yes, bought with a price immeasurable.
