i sit
i ponder
i cry
i pray
… sitting having tea with a brokenhearted & tired friend today.
as I listen
shattered pieces bare their soul
the fighter in side me
desires to defend and be bold.
Instead…
i hold
i cry
i let silence console the sobbing tides
words rise
heart and soul
crying out
thanking for truth
battlefield unfolds
… I thank the One who has tended to my weary desert crevices and holes.
I realize then that I have been given a treasured gift
To have been where I’ve been and able to sit in moments like this.
My story is far from over …
yet it’s the lives of others I long to pour into…
knowing my place and purpose
Moving out-of-the-way for His hands to be felt too.
If only for a moment I can just sit and be
It allows them to know the touch of the Only ONE who can set them free.
It can’t be me
I’m flawed and still in the mend
He makes his presence known and is the ONLY ONE who knows what’s around the bend.
I have this precious gift
It’s a tattered and torn weary soul
That’s known the intimate touch of its Creator’s hand, so bold.
I have nothing to offer … HE has everything to give
Today I had a moment to sit in silent tea with a friend.
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