I want to start out by saying that I strongly dislike writing poetry. My team was starting a time of worship, so Nicole instructed us that we are going to be listening to music and allowing space for God to speak to us. She then listed off a list of possible questions to pray about or activities to do during this time. I wrote all of them down immediately as she said them and was so excited to hear what God wanted to speak to me about. Blank…Absolutely blank. I would read over all the questions and try to do the other activities but I wasn’t getting anything. All I got was the word bubbles. The word bubbles was just getting thrown at my face. So after a strong fight I gave in and God spoke to me about how He cares for me. And in the form of poetry which I though I would never do. Well, here it is…
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God loves bubbles. He has a bubble surrounding us, protecting us from the evil of this world, a constant yet fragile bubble. Its biggest defense is its beauty. People look at us and see this glossy, colorful yet see through object we are engulfed in. They freeze in there tracks and gaze upon its perfectness and gentle care. They cant help but pause, allowing this bubble to peacefully let the wind slowly take it through the shadows and valleys this earth shapes itself into. The wind is so precise that even the most dangerous of terrains, make the journey that much more gorgeous. When the light of the world dims the bubble still remains, reflecting even the smallest amount of light, have faith that, it will be seen again. Allowing the wind to fill its sails and propel it forward.
The wind, the wind is necessary. Keeping the bubble off the ground. Pulling and pushing us away from sin and temptation and up into the sky of forgiveness. The ultimate navigator
The bubble looks exactly the same from any angle. No matter who is watching, it remains the same, constant, perfect from all angles. Protection becomes visible when we step into the bubble. Drowning in the soapy gift of forgiveness. God wants to surround us with His bubble. Able to navigate what we couldn’t before, the wind now comes all year round rather then the inconsistent casual breezes we had before. The poppers of the world are no longer able to reach us. They see and watch in awe as the wind take us to safety. And yet, our journey wont end when its pops, rather our bubble pops when we’ve arrived home. Home with God, realizing that His wind was pushing us to Him all along.
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Throughout this who time praying and writing I could visually see this story play out. It was one of the coolest things that God gives me. Being able to tell a story is so impactful and even though you might thinks its something small and insignificant, sharing your poem can change people, just one impact is worth it.
