Now, on first glance, this picture feels like nothing but scribbles. Primarily, it was approached as such. 🙂 However, the more I looked, the more it seemed to represent a never-ending stream of chaos fairly well, the cross at the center, as it should be.
Both this and the following poem are inspired by my own foolish tendency to worry, especially regarding the wild unknown. The tizzy the world can get us in can be overwhelming, but, thankfully, we can know He who has overcome the world…🙂
Are We There Yet?
Lord, what about this?
God, what about that?
Questions shouted ceaselessly in
The deepening mist,
Answers clouded almost teasingly,
Both present and past…
Brain keeps stacking, never
Train on the track keeps clacking,
Steam puffs surgingly
Whistle blows rough, urgingly
What about this over here?
What to do with that over there?
Oh, Lord, what can be done with
All this blasted fear?
Daddy God, how do I even
With all these nasty anxieties
At the same time, this engine
The end? I squint through the
Screaming streams, but, still I
Struggle to spy it!
Daddy God, please tell me, oh,
Are we there yet?
I whine like a restless child,
But, so very weary of this endless
Help me see beyond the worry,
And the flurry;
Bring the cross into relief amid the chaos;
Calm my ever-rushing mind!
Lord, grow in me belief beyond the cost,
As only in You all the answers
Will come in their time…
May we indeed lean on Him alone to calm our worries and await His perfect answers! Blessings and prayers, dear friends! Appreciate the read! 😊