Peace is the ability to be still amidst the storm

Monday Message

I feel as though the world is moving
Yet I am not
Stuck on this mountain top
Or maybe I am at the bottom
in the pits of the rocks
 
I cannot tell
Because time has left me stuck
on an unmovable trail
And the cold wind
It wails
 
Leaving me breathless
Feeling a bit reckless
 
Lord, wreck me
There is nothing left of me
Take me into your eternity
And maybe then I will see
Why it is that You created me…
 
But that wouldn't be very faithful of me
To end something that you formed and fashioned
Like a needlepoint
stitched painstakingly
 
To bring about a change that was not meant to be
So, instead I pray, Lord
To move me
 
To move these mountains in front of me
To shift the plates underneath this tectonic sea
Because I
I am sinking
and time
It is shrinking
 
On the brink of being
Something great
Or maybe it is too late
 
To release this ship
From its rig
To let it sail
To see it soar
Becoming something more
 
As it crashes beneath the waves
Not afraid
Because it knows
It was made
To do
And to be
Something great
 
It's mission here
Not to climb
Or to steer
But to simply be still
Amidst the storm
And the rare spring chill
It knows
And it trusts
In the good Lord’s will
 
That no matter where the wind blows
His call
It beckons
And the sail it listens
Guiding the ship
As it takes every hit
 
"For this light momentary affliction
Is preparing us for an eternal weight of glory…"(2 Cor. 4:17)
And we are stationed here
To finish writing His story

​-Abigail Rice