Go ::
And it’s a Friday
I am home
you know the one
where I’ve grown up
moved an ocean away
from home
and really need to be a
big girl.
A big girl who listens.
The messages, they’ve
been there all of my life.
The good definitely
outweighs the bad.
So why is the bad all over
the ones
that have filtered right
through and stick to me
like glue?
I’m writing this series
and it’s taking me back
to the days when I was
a girl and how some
messages changed my
whole life.
And now I want to move
ahead to what’s ahead
with some big things
changed.
I want to know that I am
listening the the Only Voice
that counts in the end.
I’ve found Him in the
cows that moo’ed when
I was a girl
working a farm.
Saturday morning chores
and family together.
I’ve heard that voice in
hugs and the knowledge
that I was enough. Mama
and Papa always, always
always made me feel
like I didn’t have to do a
thing to earn their love.
And I’ve found Him in
come in the gifts of friends
who are going to be
with me forever, even if
I won’t see them again in
this life.
I’ve found Him in the heart
of this molding clay to
which I have become one.
It’s messy and real
and in the end we know
our breath is Grace and
the hand that forms
is the One who
says “I love you.
It is finished, first to last,
in Me. One Day you
will be Home forever.
Safe in my arms.
This is the message
from which I want you
to live.”
