Wandering Prayer
jo Crosby
Occasionally, I doodle - words, pictures, thoughts. If you know me, that fact will not surprise you. Most of them time, I clean up the doodled notes/thoughts before I post. But in the last few days, God has reminded me to appreciate the raw thoughts that fall from my pen. There is a certain treasure in the coarse. As counselors, we listen to the non-polished versions of other's stories. We invite this openness; we welcome it. Today, it occurred to me that maybe I should model it more often. The Wandering Prayer is taken from my journal just as it was written:
Let my life be a worship song.
Let my life be a light that leads others to the arms of Abba.
To lead others, I must know him. And, I must know how to find his arms.
I cannot help people find that which I cannot find.
There is a path to crawling into Abba's arms. I know that path.
Running to him; that is a sprint I understand.
Being picked up and twirled around. Having his presence encircle me. That is a delight I know.
Being so broken, I must be carried in Abba's arms. I have lived those days too. I have crawled, and begged, and been broken - only to find the sweetness of Abba's arms was that much sweeter. In the wilderness, he is Enough.
As a helper, I know the way to Abba's arms. My life can be a light for the Light.
My life is a worship song. From mountain top to valley floor. I am called to live in a way that leads others to Abba - to his waiting, loving arms.
Be blessed,
Jo