I raise up my hands to heaven
and say to God,
"Pick me up
Embrace me
Love me"
But then I shrink back
and I insist
that God must be hurt
by my exposed, broken shards

"I am not whole,
and not huggable
My pain is like thorns
that cut and inflict"
And so I look away with remorse

But God answers me
as only He can do, saying,
"Then we have a lot in common
Or did you forget the cross?
My Son on it?
Jesus, who was the most
broken of all"

I agree that I do...
I must!
But still...

"A nail in a hand
A wreath of thorns for a crown
He died quite damaged
for those like you
Yet was I not there to embrace Him
and welcome Him home?"

In spite of my tears, I reason
My mind and heart agree
So my Father and I embrace
and I accepted God's grace

After all

The little girl
wearing a Navy blue dress
with a white collar
and black patton shoes
holds a red
helium balloon
as she walks down a path of clouds
through the vast wilderness
of space and time
representing life on overtime
a second home on a lake
a souring career
living with a man she is married to
but doesn't love anymore
and may never have
sings the song
"Twinkle Twinkle , Little Star"
and she is wondering
just how far

Window view.
From a plane.
Flying through rain clouds.
It's bumpy
and nerve-wracking.
And I feel uncertain
and afraid.
Just like I feel in the storms of life.

But then..
I wait.
I trust.
I take God's hand.
And after awhile,
I see blue sky on the horizon.
Before too long...
I am flying
above the storm.
In blue sky.
A smoother ride.

Is there a blue sky on the horizon?
Are joy and new beginnings
soon to come in my life?

I hold God's hand.
He takes me above the storm.
Rain clouds turn into
white billowing ones.
And then...
and then...
we soar
into
blue sky.
Where joy and peace shall reign.
In place of the storm that has been.

Try
swimming against the tide today
And if you drown
It's better than drifting forever