Hidden

I am not sure of my heart for this. I am not sure. I know that I would like to spend my time writing things so profound, so deep. But maybe, just maybe that is not what I need. I know that there is no one reading this now, but maybe for a start, maybe for my own heart and eyes to see, I just might write about me, my thoughts, my struggles, my joy. I keep telling myself that there is not much to say. My life is simple. I do not travel for I cannot. I know few and few know me. My calling is simple.  Responsibilities keep me in one place, but one thing that I have held onto for years is that as we wrestle and suffer and delight, in our minds,  sometimes we cannot see until we hear. Sometimes hearing gives life to feeling and pieces come together in conversation. As emotional as that sounds, I know that it is true. This can be my heart. This can be my life, my struggles, my “walking in the Light” – begging every moment for more and more grace. So, grace I need and grace I have. This is my life. This is my life as the wife of a young church planter. This is my life as a woman struggling to hope and remain in the faith until the end. This is my life as a sister, a daughter, an aunt, an employee, a wife, a friend. There is not much, but my life is not mine for it is hidden in my Beloved.

That I might know You

Love, come close and whisper to me Your heart

That I might know You

For in You, lies You, and I long to come in and

Taste and see that You are Good

You are Lovely and You are Loving

and

I want to know, fully know

With all believing

Banish doubt and bring the assurance of things hoped for…

Plant them deep within my heart

and

May our hearts be one – in You

Always abiding

With all faith of grace to come

and of grace that is present with me now.