Rick is out in his garden today, the place he does his hardest work yet finds his most profound peace. It is his meeting place with God; the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.
As for me, I find myself somehow out of touch with my physical self and the tasks that I have been busy with. My spirit is resting in the heart of God.
This is a place of uncompromising light
every fault line, crack and flaw exposed
yet bathed in His love
unconditional, no strings attached
I find safety, comfort
a sure sense of welcoming
like the Father's embracing arms
clasped tight about the prodigal.
Swaddled in the softest of velvets
held close, warm and still.
There is both silence
and angel choruses of praise.
Where else could I find such a home?
Stop by L. L. Barkat's Seedlings in Stone to see where others find themselves On, In and Around this Monday.
Stop by L. L. Barkat's Seedlings in Stone to see where others find themselves On, In and Around this Monday.
5 comments:
Resting in the heart of God...what a beautiful place to be...thank you for sharing your life with us...truly inspiring! :-)
Thank God for His rest. Nothing like it! Beautiful, Karin.
Beautifully written.
Hey! We're both caught up in a tangle of colors today (yesterday)!
Already resting in His heart is a very good place to be, especially when the winter winds of life arrive.
Where else could I find such a home?
Nowhere but in His presence...beautiful written...thanks for sharing!
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