Now, on first glance, this picture feels like nothing but scribbles. Primarily, it was approached as such. πŸ™‚ 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…πŸ™‚

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

Slacking

Train on the track keeps clacking,

Never backing;

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

Proceed

With all these nasty anxieties

Laid bare?!

At the same time, this engine

Never quits,

Never quiets…

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,

I know…

But, so very weary of this endless

Fret!

Help me see beyond the worry,

The hurry,

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! 😊

23 thoughts on “Are We There Yet?

  1. This is perfect, dear Marisa. It describes my mind’s tendency to wander down the wondering-why-tracks. And like you, I finally lean on His understanding instead of on my own and fall peacefully asleep.
    This may or may not have happened to me last night. πŸ™‚
    Blessings ~ Wendy Mac

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  2. I like this. I tend to worry too and usually after some fretting I realise that I am not laying my fear and worry at His feet and that is why I feel like I am flailing. I have been getting better at not fretting over things and waiting on Him.
    Blessings πŸ˜ŠπŸ’™

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  3. It always amazes me how whenever I worry, God already has a good plan. Then I realize I worried for no reason. So I’m learning to pray more and worry less. I enjoyed this post. Thank you Marisa. ✝️

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  4. Wonderful poem. Yes, it’s easy to get lost in those anxious thoughts. I’m glad our Lord holds us to the track when we abide in Him ’cause I’m certain I’d run right off those tracks. May our hearts and minds be set on things above.

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  5. I love this! I am so anxiety prone and this captures the struggle to surrender our anxieties so well. Are we there yet? Are we close to seeing Him and laying it all to rest? To having perfect minds and bodies that never wonder or doubt or forget to trust? This poem makes me crave that with you! And the analogy is rich on so many levels. Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts ❀️

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