“I’m supposed to be learning to listen, but I’m still surrounding myself by noise.”

 I wrote that on a road trip in 2014. And then I wrote the following poem. God does meet us more than halfway. And He keeps talking even when we forget that we’re supposed to be listening.

 

You are Good.

I know You’re right there.

You’re listening to me.

You’re meeting my needs.

I think You’re even talking to me.

 

But I just feel wrong.

 

Thank You that my salvation

Isn’t based on how I feel.

At times like this,

I simply have to trust.

To know.

To simply see all of the overwhelming evidence around me.

All of it pointing to You.

 

Abba – I’m trying to find You

And You’re right here.

 

Thank You for this little hide-out on my journey.

Thank You for holding all of the pieces.

Thank You for so slowly

Pointing me in the right direction

 

You’ve planned every detail

 

Oh Abba – You’ve come

so much more than halfway

for this meeting with me.

 

Thank You for caring.

For loving.

For cherishing me.

Teach me to bask in that love.

To let it bolster,

strengthen,

and lift me.

And pour through me

into the world around me