The past two days contained rough waters
From a girl without a paddle
From a woman with no oars.
An authority upset with me – half for the wrong reason, and half with good reason, (a weak area in performance).
There were demands, “Amend this.”. One can fix the second, but not the first.
There was a time-table that seemed impossible,
And there I was
in rough river flow,
with no idea how to navigate the unfamiliar wisely.
The Lord came through in the area of the first,
Blowing me away,
My heart in need of cleansing
But his grace….
It confuses me.
It’s continual nonjudgmental flow
Is like a waterfall onto undeserving humans
Waiting at the bottom
Standing knee-deep in their mire
Needy while simultaneously sated.
And here it is again on this sinner,
Soaking me through to the bone.
Our Father sees,
And He Gives Grace abundant to his children.
Blessed be the Name of the Lord.