Majesty

Majesty

    It wasn't that long ago in fact it was about four years ago when without a second thought I'd say, yah! God lets do it. The beauty of child like faith and where has it gone? Has it been lost in the blizzards of winter in my heart or how about the scorching heat that withered any young bud or dried out every thing leaving it cracking and bleeding? Have I followed Him into the great unknown or was it a mirage? Have I become drift wood lifeless in the great sea of God? Maybe all of the above, either way I have lost this abandon reckless love that once gave me wings to fly through the winter, the scorching sun and the endless oceans and crashing waves.

        His shoulders are wide and His play ground is big my friend told me about three years ago. I loved His play ground and some where in the changing seasons and landscapes the play ground has changed its appearance and I have lost my way back. As I was pouring my heart out to my husband I began to think even if I could get back it would not be the same. This evening as my husband was walking my dog. He was noticing that the stars in winter in Washington that shine in the sky look vastly different then the same stars that shine here in the desert 1500 miles away at the same time. They are the same stars in the same sky but they look different. O hope you are like waves. Slapping the shores of my heart and then reseeding back into the vastness again, and the slapping the shores again.


        Lately when I hear God calling me to do something or say something or what ever, instead of saying lets do it, I have found that I ask the question in my heart... What's the cost? I do not want to be the scorned woman. The women looking at the empty space in the sky. I want that little girl abandon reckless faith that was not afraid of the majesty of God but that knew that His majesty is mine.