Friday, September 28, 2012

Grasp




I grasp at moments, seeking to hold on to a minute or two of pause in a busy day, and they slip through my fingers like sand as the telephone rings, and someone knocks on the door.  I hide myself away for a moment of peace, and there is a need, as the tears flow and I comfort the hurting as my heart beats out the rhythm of time passing.  Minutes race by and appointments pop up with no time to plan, and I grasp for my papers, unfinished, the sermon still forming in my head as I take a deep breath and pray that it all falls into place.  There's the grasp of a hand on my shoulder in passing, and I stop again, smile, and summon my swirling thoughts into stillness as I reach for a greeting, a word of connection.  I grasp, seeking, and yet what I find is not what I had searched for.

I seek rest, and find connection.

I seek peace, and find hurt.

I seek stillness, and find that I am caught up in the chaos of busyness.

I seek myself, and find You.

I grasp the sense that You are here through it all.  You are in it all.  You are guiding me to a new understanding that although I can't control time, I don't need to.  When I am in your grasp, you are bringing all things together for good.






3 comments:

  1. Hi Jenny. I am Meredith from www.p31wife.com, and I am over from Gypsy Mama. How many times have I felt the feelings in your post...about a million and one. Carving out our time with the Lord feels sometimes impossible. But oh the rewards when we do! blessings to you, new friend.

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  2. Hello, stopping in from FMF. I really enjoyed reading this. "I seek myself and find You", that part is so true, and I'm so thankful for that part!!!

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