Though you feel storm-tossed, He’s holding you steady

MONDAY MESSAGE

Ever feel like you’re going to fall apart, or want to run away, confused by it all?
 
Thanks so much for joining us for Monday’s Message with Abigail and Trench Classes United. Let’s face it, friends, there are times when we just feel storm-tossed, but there is One who remains constant, working all things together for the greater good, including ours.
 
 
Like a red sparrow
Hunting with no arrow
Yet, set out on a mission
To live this life she has been given
Picking up bits and pieces
Fragments of wisdom
As she flies along the rough mountain ridges
Ready for battle
Her mind sharp
Infallible
Feeling the power
As the wind surrounds her
Encompassing this moment
Marking her surroundings
Knowing that one day
She will look back on this
& see it clearly
Profoundly
Perceiving that this season
This time that seems like a riddle of rhyme
With no reason
Was the moment of significance
The weight lifting as it it seeped in
That light she's been chasing
contemplating
Where it had gone?
But all this time
She was wrong
Because all along
That light she thought finally seeped in
She actually just started to believe in
Her mission no longer about seeking shelter
But to see the cards that have been dealt to her
The moments that seemed like utter hell to her
That light was there
Pulling her
Helping her
Finding her way in the dark
Listening to the songs of the meadowlark
Her Guardian Angel
Her Savior
He was there
As she fell into the deep pits
Along the jutting mountain ridge
He held her
In the hours of pure agony
Of wearisome fits
& He sang a song
That went something like this:
 
"For though the mountains should depart and the hills be shaken or removed,
Yet My love and kindness shall not depart from you,
Nor shall My covenant of peace and completeness be removed,
Says the Lord, who has compassion on you.
O, you afflicted, storm-tossed and not comforted,
Behold, I will set your stones in fair colors and lay your foundations with sapphires.
And I will make your windows and pinnacles of [sparkling] agates or rubies,
And your gates of [shining] carbuncles,
And all your walls of precious stones." - Isaiah 54:10-12

~Abigail Rice