On Friday while I was looking for something to read while the kiddos slept I found this book...
...given to me by a friend for my 50th Birthday,
then tucked into a must-read pile, then tucked into a bookcase and forgotten...
(or maybe just saved by Someone for a season when its message would be so relevant and fitting)
Sometimes life re-impacts us with the reality that there are things our love and power
simply cannot fill or fix
and there are things we simply. cannot. do on our own!
simply cannot fill or fix
and there are things we simply. cannot. do on our own!
Not in the season of fullness and favour
Not when love’s flavours are sugar intoned
But when the bite of life is sharp and bitter
This keens the hunger where hope’s heart is honed
Not on the hilltop beholding a vista
Stealing our breath with the view all around
But in the climb, in the sweat-blood-tear blister
This bares the crux where trust’s foothold is found
Not in the heaven of sunshine and flower
While we meander without weight of care
But in the brunt of ‘I can’t’s’ darkest hour
This whets the whisper that turns into prayer
Not in the beauty of bounty’s full forces
Not when thought’s field brims with hymns fair and green
But when life drains us of our own resources
This leads us to the Hand that helps us lean
© Janet Martin
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