Five Minute Friday Time – Okay, so it’s Tuesday, but I’m here. I’m pondering. And this is my offering tonight. It’s a little bit poem, a little bit prayer, and a little bit prose.
I have questions rumbling, pulsing through my vines. The sound of their cry is deafening, and I cannot speak because of their noise. Burning wonderings scorch the earth of my soul, and I am left holding the ashes of the why – tumbling from my aching hands. I am here in this silence waiting in the why.
I stand on the edge of the mountain gazing at the sky and think in whispered, broken prayers, “Do You even see? Can You even hear? God don’t leave me here.” Why is the echo darting back and forth along the crooked lines of my heart.
Pounding the ground with my feet, I shake off this incessant, childish desire to have my way. It cannot be.
Beating back the darkness with tiny shreds of hope, I nestle into the why and say: it will be well with my soul. This too shall pass.
It is well.
It will be well.
All will be made well.
I will be made well.
The why may never cease. The why may come again and again. Why is human nature. Why tempers each thought, and I will take them captive. Driving them to the cross. They cannot take hold of me nor rob me of who and Whose I am. So I stand in the pit of not always knowing or understanding the why.
I choose to believe Christ comes to my rescue, pulling me from miry clay. I rise and rise again. He turns my why into a song of praise, a miracle happening here. He becomes my anthem shouting down defeat. The why must bow to His name, and I, God’s child, stand in His grace, covered by love divine that covers all my guilt and shame. It is a love that satisfies my soul, and I can rest again.
I am being made well, and it is well with my soul.
Linking up with Kate Motaung for Five Minute Friday. The prompt was “Why.” Tell me your stories. I’d love to hear them.