Grace Embrace

Friends, some days we just need a detour off the regular path. Since our individual healings come in different sizes and shapes and forms, so sometimes do my methods and words and heart beats.

Praying for all to find the only One who can truly apply the healing & renewing balm...

one storm lingered
long

past the mopping
and sopping


an obvious
and apparent mess

through seasons
and years


raindrops continued


they dripped and splattered

one dark night


i had enough

and went
through heavy wooden
church doors


to Him


and also found a friend


who helped me
lay my burdens down

literally at the cross
on my face


in a puddle
my tears
and fears

and pain and agony and guilt

finally they fell

cascading rivers
of a twenty-two year old storm


mixed with His blood


and His love

in the midst
of my alter mess


He pulled me onto His lap


heart to heart
we sat

He turned my face
upward


and I felt the torrents
of forgiveness
pour down


and wash away


my sins and dread and past and shame

to drown my sin
and set me free


He rescued me


from mired murk


so dark and deep
ugly and brown

He pulled me
up

by the heart strings

now i sit right here


in the grace
of His embrace

In order to truly feel His Grace Embrace,

what journey are you willing to walk

and what doors are you willing to push open?

* This poem was originally a non-thinking heart response to a question posed about really feeling God's grace. My heart wrote it, via my typing hands, straight into a comment box. Later, I went back and copied it for you.

* Photo by me. The actual door I pushed open for my Grace Embrace.