I have found my life to be unexpected. Where I have thought I would be, I am not. Arms lay bare. Quivers are empty. Yet, this is where I find myself trying to make sense of it – the unexpected life. Seeking to learn to release the dreams that will never be – dreams that were mine but apparently not His.
Unexpected, doesn't mean unwanted. There is much in my life that is worth the wanting. I have to learn to leave and lean. Giving up and letting go isn't the easy way but it appears to be what He desires.
Unexpected, doesn't mean alone. He is with me. He is the strong and mighty tower, where I can run to for my help. He is the heart to seek – the shoulder to lean on – the arms to wrap around – the catcher of my tears.
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