Applying & Surrendering

In these weeks of relapse and rememory, I finally understood that the feeling and measure of readiness that I had been waiting these years for, were in vain. So devastating were they, the regressions, to a flimsy hard-won confidence in "progress." So telling was the collapse, of the false foundation.

Bones that have healed incorrectly over time must be re-broken.

So.

Much.

Time.

It was not right, they did not work, but it felt . . . tolerable.

Unlike the hard work of restoration, where she sought only respite.

Respite without return was no rest at all.

They could not have run with horses.

Those legs could not have walked on water.

They could not have followed to the ends of the earth.

They were crippled by their contest with God.

He still wanted to walk with her, take her hand.

Win what she'd lost.

They will rejoice in the re-setting.

They will heal in their weight-bearing.

They will work as they were made to.

The steadfast love of the Lord, is so unrelenting, so precise, even in Lam 3. So I am writing again, finally and longing just to bring, something that's of worth, that will bless your heart.