Who am I to say that You are coming back tomorrow?
Who am I to predict something You already have in place?
Who am I to say “this is going to happen” tomorrow when I am not in control?
Who am I to predict the weather when I can’t calm the roaring seas or change the direction the wind blows?
No one on earth can fathom what You have for our lives.
What we say as mortals should come from Your Word and what You tell us, not from our own understanding.
Our understanding can be swayed. It fails. It is built on sand and not on a solid foundation.
Things were worse before, but as our Abba, our Father who looks after His children, You will keep us safe. Our Good Shepherd will not let His sheep go astray, and if one or ten lose their way, He leaves the 99 to find just that one sheep.
It is a comforting thing to know that the One who gave us life doesn’t want us to give it to anyone else but Him, and He doesn’t want us to wreck ourselves because His love runs so deep for us.
You are here with me now; I don’t need to be anxious when You come back.
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Burning Flowers
PoetryA collection of my poetry that I have written over the past years, as well as months. Themes come from parts of my life, such as hurt, grief, codependency, and experiencing the love of God. All poetry is of my original work.
