During the Storm

I walk forward

confidently,

head held high

between the sheltering

arms of my Father.

Not a care for anything

but dwelling in His presence...

forever...

The air so calm,

the breeze so sweet,

the horizon in the distance

so near, yet forever far

beckons, summons,

calls me to rush into its embrace.

Suddenly the wind

is pushing, pulling;

whipping around violently,

hatefully, so uncaring.

The blessed peace,

the simple solitude

left behind-gone.

The future blown here,

tossed there.

The weight of the wind,

the world:

crushing, defeating,

sinking into my soul.

Where are the promises?

Where is the future?

Crushed, crumpled to the ground,

tears flow for lost love, lost hope, lost trust.

I cry. I weep,

"Where are You?

I can't move on...without You!"

Amidst the howling,

push of the storm,

a whisper, a touch

raises me off the floor.

In an instant

I knew my Father,

my Daddy had never left me

but gave me freedom, choice.

In love He let me go.

Slowly, painfully

I regained my strength.

I took my place between my Savior's arms,

once again strong but humbled,

confident but not self-seeking.

In amazement I realized that

during the storm,

the future still beckoned,

still summoned, still called.

I stood firm between

my Daddy's arms to forever stay

and asked to walk beside Him.

I walk beside Him as I move strong

and confident into the future.

Into the storm of love, hope and trust.

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