A written piece on the places I have been, where I am, and the faith of willingness to walk in Gods light on my future endeavors. Enjoy!
Thank you.
Period. Because you give me so much more than I deserve. I don’t write perfect, but I do in a way that is thoughtful, honest, and reaching. Reaching others only with your light. You bring me these connections, for me and for them. My hand was heavy as I was choosing my pen, but staying lost inside doesn’t outweigh the freedom only you provide.
Inside.
Provide.
You grow the garden I sit in when I meet with you.
When I pray for
them.
Where I am
home.
You give me gifts of other homes, but sitting here fiddling with this pen in my three fingers is where you are. My hands produce my love language — Words. Phrases. Stories. Memories. Looking down at my pointer and thumb, these are my guide to where I begin to find the whys. To find my whys. My whys connect me to my ways, and connect my hows that become vision.
Out of my hows, I make a house, decorating it with possible ways of finding which path you sent me to walk.
Walk.
Walking.
I remember when I was in a season of walking. Now I am jogging. Although I am not racing for your arms, I am pushing against the grain to begin.
Right now, it’s raining in my house. It’s a light rain, but very recognized. The calling each drop echoes is an offbeat beat, but I listen in awe of the way the drops fall on places I have been, and places where I will grow.
Falling on places of where I have been because those are roots of my life. No matter where I’ve walked, those places deserve to be watered. Those places of vulnerability. Those places of beauty that was stepped on. Those places deserve to be watered.
Falling on places I’ll grow because I will not go unless I grow because how am I supposed to sow if I can’t grow?! Sow the goodness of you, Lord.
I am a seed planter — but only as a gift.
Most of my Earthly gifts I have forgotten about. Christmas after christmas, toys just thrown out.
My ultimate provider, I know I cannot fill a God-sized hole with man-sized objects. You’re gifts are everlasting, only if we accept them from you and choose to glorify you with them.
Thank you for choosing me to plant seeds of your love wherever I reach. I have a journey to walk before I get to walk with you. Beside you. Beside you all around these different countries.
Faith of a mustard seed is all I need.
So I am deciding to plant this Faith in the roots of my soul because my work here is not yet done before I am able to run.
P.B.
