I've been in this place for awhile it seems.
'Stuck between a rock and a hard place,' some might say.
I look around me through the light of Your eyes, and in the distance this is what I see...
...a young girl dancing to the most graceful and free tune playing softly in the background. Her movements appear as a feather dancing in the wind. I'm not even sure she is aware of the music playing. Even if the silence surrounded her...she would be dancing anyway... with the same dance as before. With one foot directed by the step of the other... she is lighting up the entire room.
in the silence, You are speaking
in the quiet, I can feel the fire
and it's burning, burning deeply
burning oils that You desire
to be silent
-jason upton
...the most brilliant oak tree standing tall in the middle of autumn. It's surely not the biggest or tallest among its kind, but its radiant colors shine with the sun. The leaves will soon make their way to the ground, but only so the new can come. while beauty is withheld, a change is taking place that can only happen in time... just as in the girl who is sitting under its shade. In the days to come, she will climb to the top and swing from its branches, and it will occur to her that she holds a beauty that runs much deeper than the roots of this tree. The Beauty within her runs through her veins to her very soul... penetrating through to her spirit.
...a faith so strong, that even in the silence, it is not shaken. This faith is so certain of what it hopes in that the silence is not a threat but rather a promise. Even in the quiet, this faith knows that plans are being spoken and drawn out and shaded in by the greatest artist in all of the land. Some areas of the painting are colored lightly while others are sketched with a slightly more forceful stroke, but the entirety of this piece of art is perfect. This faith knows firsthand of that perfection...
...a feeble woman of age with a heart that far outweighs the strength of her bones. At times, her mind may try to convince her of her weakness, but because of the change inside of her so many years before, her spirit is crying for her to press on. She follows this deep yearning for more, and her strength is replaced by the arms of One greater. For the length of her days, she has given more than received, blessed more than taken, and poured in more than soaked up. I'm sure some of the same words have passed through her thoughts a time or two...
to You I give my life
not just the parts I want to
to You I sacrifice
these dreams that I hold onto
to You I give the gifts
Your love has given me
How can I pour the treasure
that You designed for free?
to You I give my future
as long as it may last
to You I give my present
to You I give my past
Your thoughts are higher than mine
Your words are deeper than mine
Your love is stronger than mine
this is no sacrifice
here's my life
-jason upton
...and I realize who I am and who I want to become are two different people. Who I am is slowly being changed, even in the silence, in hopes of someone greater. While the silence is uncomfortable at first, it will become a moment of grace in time, and I will look back to the silence as a time of hearing You more clearly than ever before.
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