September 6, 2007

• His Glory Stands Guard ...

  I can see myself.
  At three.
  I've injured myself and I'm in pain. I'm not sure where I hurt or how.
  I could be bleeding.
  Swollen. Or broken.
  All I know is I hurt. And I don't know how to make it stop!

  So you see me.
  Running in circles.
  Crying.
  Wailing.
  And I won't let you touch me. Or pick me up.
  I run away.

  Then.
  In walks One who loves me.
  And He says ... "Child, be still."

  Gently, He lifts me;
  with strong, sure arms and sets me up high.
  He searches my self for wounds.
  He speaks to me in quiet tones and wipes my tears.
  Then, He cleans the wounds.
  And I cry harder.
  It appears the cure is as painful as the injury ....
  and He says softly -
  "Be still."
  And I am.

  Now time is passed.
  And my crying subsides.
  I sit still by my Friend and He lovingly applies balm to each wound.
  He reminds me of His Love and shows me His care.
  I am still and He smiles and offers me Peace.
  I lie down and Rest and His glory stands guard.
  His Peace fills my heart,
  His love binds my wounds and
  this child begins to heal ...
  and run ....
  and play ...
  and tell of the Friend who has made her well.

  Amen.
  8/25/07

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