Friday, March 18, 2011

Seasons of Waiting

I wait between the quiet and the silent. There is a difference, you know.

The silent is void. Nothing spoken, nothing heard.




Much like winter, life appears dormant.


I know I have said it one way or another before but it remains true. I have wrestled long and hard this past year with the why and what of who I am. No easy answers are found – especially when everything is silent.

I wait.

And yet much like spring that buds new growth on what appeared long gone, I begin to hear and to the softest sound I strain. I want so desperately a newness to grow.

It is.

For in the quiet, it is His whisper that breathes warm across my heart. I begin to realize silence is a necessary dormancy and so is the wait.

It is a reckoning of sorts. For in it was the weighing of worth against the True measure of life. That which clung to me (or I to it) had to be shed like the dropping leaves in the fall. Stripped and naked there is no place to hide.



Flaws revealed. Mercy sought. Grace given.

And now, new growth begins.

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© A Sacred Longing 2009-2011

Thursday, March 17, 2011

7 Days Ago

Seven days ago…

A friend said the long goodbye to her grandmother by birth but mother by choice.

Seven days ago…

I wondered how long I would have before I too would be saying my long goodbye. 87 years is more than many of us will see and yet, mom is there in all its worn and tarnished glory.

Seven days ago…

I pondered who would be at my bedside when my time came especially if it came late. Having no children leaves an empty space in so many places.

Still and yet…

Seven days ago…

I saw a family rejoice in confidence that one they loved so dearly was whole and made perfect.

Seven days ago…

I gave my thanks for the one who gave birth and life to me.

Seven days ago…

I realized no matter what my circumstance - I am never alone.

What were you doing seven days ago?

© A Sacred Longing 2009-2011

Monday, March 7, 2011

In this place...

In this place
I hear
More than the waves
More than the wind
It is here
In this place
I hear
In the silence of words
In the cacophony of creation
My sacred longing
A holy surrender

© A Sacred Longing 2009-2011