Her Here

 

Forgive me, Father, for BLOCKING You out

And then BLAMING You for all the ways

I feel BLOCKED OUT

 

Forgive me, Father, for forgetting that YOU CAME

To be my GATE, opening me into the security of Your unknown

And not my PRISON door, that I lock

To keep myself safe within my insecure little BOXES

 

Thank-You, Father, for knowing how to OPEN prison doors

And how to BURST through brick walls

Even as I blame You for taking away the so called SECURITY that they provide

Thank-You for loving me too much to watch me dry up within those WALLS

 

Thank-You for teaching me that the MYSTERY OF YOU

Is greater, stronger, and safer than the KNOWN OF ME

 

Thank- You for loving me TOO MUCH at times

And JUST ENOUGH at others

 

Thank-You for showing me what I look like COMPLETELY UNDONE

And helping me KNOW

That I can still stand- EVEN THEN

Because even if I couldn’t bear to see myself THEN

I could SEE YOU

And who I AM IN YOU

IS WHO I AM

 

And now I KNOW

What You ALWAYS KNEW

I can be HER HERE.

2 Comments

  • Laura

    My heart is weeping in concert with yours over His faithfulness and beauty…
    so starkly contrasted with our lack of integrity and ugly brokenness.

    What an amazing hope we have that keeps on growing with every day He walks with us!

    “The more I seek You, the more I find You… And the more I find You, the more I love You…”

    I thank Him for His work in you, Rhonda, that encourages and inspires me to open myself up to Him more today than I did yesterday…
    🦋

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