that is what these weeks have felt like to me. because i have been in this whirlwind where i feel gripped by the shoulders and the hair and tugged back and forth until night turns to day and day to night, and everything feels backwards.
but the Voice of the Lord was not in this storm.
He was in the still, and i lost Him for a minute. or rather, i shut Him out of my tornado. because i didn't want Him to see how badly my world was tossing, and i didn't want Him to be ashamed of me.
but oh, how blind i am. because He sees me, this God-Who-Sees. i have felt like Sarah, rejoicing for this child, and i have felt like Hagar in the wilderness, gripping to a bush for some sense of stability.
but He sees me. all of me, regardless of my rejoicing or my gripping.
and isn't this glory?
this is not a post to tell you that things have been bad, because they haven't been bad. they've been strange and foreign. this hasn't been a time of despair or excessive fear, just adjusting.
and so my clinging has come when i find myself inadequite, and seek my solace in the One who cups my face in His Hands and whispers
I have made you promises. now stand still, and see what I will do.
so i've turned my eyes from the blur to the slow, and that is hard when things seem to be moving so fast and distractions abound.
but He sees. and i am standing still, hands raised and warrior cries flooding to Heaven.
and i'm slowly returning, not in this feeble power, but solely in the power of His might.
the Lord God is with me
the Mighty Warrior that saves.