I'm in search.
Day-after-day, week-after-week this year the news goes from bad to worse and from worse to impossible.
So I search.
I search for the ground where I must stand. I wonder; perhaps it is water Jesus has called me to walk out with Him on. Whatever is meant to be beneath my feet... I just can't feel it anymore.
I want to believe... and I do believe... in hope, in tomorrow and possibility. Above all, I want to trust I'm not alone.
I search for something to grab a hold.
I dig in the Good Word and work to not let it be rote.
I lean and listen, "Is that Your heartbeat Lord?"
I cry when no one can hear but I know each tear is a shedding of the hurt leaving room for the healing.
I can't change what was.
Right now I can only seem to be a spectator in what is.
But I can hope in what tomorrow may bring... no matter how many tomorrows it takes.
I can reach up and grab His hand. I don't have to keep searching because I am found in my Father's arms.
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