The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer;
my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge,
my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
What do I say?
What do I write you haven’t heard before?
What words would make you open this email instead of that one?
What emotions can I relay causing your heart to beat a little faster, a little harder, and tears to come?
Forsaken is a word that comes to mind. Abandoned. Disappointed. Broken. Depths of despair.
But not hopeless. Never hopeless.
Because when hopeless enters the room that is when it is time to pack our bags and go. Hopeless is a friend we don’t want to hang around. Neither is despair. These two will fizzle a party faster than a cop knocking on the door.
So, how do we upend this story and make it worth reading and make it worth telling without causing tears of sorrow but rather, tears of relief?
I can feel you exhaling and settling down into your chair as you read this one single word.
Because when Relief enters the room it floods in like sunshine through a window pane warming us like hot chocolate on a cold winters eve.
When #relief enters the room it floods in like sunshine warming our hearts https://wp.me/p9Dhlg-yr @Marcie_Bridges #exhale #peace #quiet
Relief slows us down and rescues us from whatever storm we’ve just endured. It inhales love and exhales peace.
Relief is redemption in a bottle when spilled out releases its liquid grace and love all over the table and floor into the very depth of our soul.
Go on. Uncork the bottle and tip it over. Let it soothe even the deepest crack. Relieve the driest desert.
Go on. Uncork the bottle. Tip it over. Let relief soothe the very cracks of your soul. https://wp.me/p9Dhlg-yr @Marcie_Bridges #quietness #relieved #trust #faith #poet
I sit staring out the window. Watching the sun fade and sky darken. Drinking in the solitude of this moment where my mind rests from its turbulence and I find myself nestled in the refuge of my Savior.
Lord, when the words don’t come
my soul and heart is undone
draw me ever closer to You
keep me safe under Your wing
be my protector and my refuge.
You promise to always be here
Never leaving nor forsaking
no matter the wreckage of my day
cradle me in Your arms
til I fall asleep
to the whispers of Your love.
~Marcell Warner Bridges
©8 April 2018
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Rest in Him. Your Refuge. Your Relief.
Ahh, yes, Marcie, sweet relief!
Your poem is, as always, a refreshment for my soul.
Blessings, my friend!
Martha, thank you. Blessings to you my dear friend 🙂
I love the imagery you created with your words describing relief. Awesome! Thank you for your inspiration.
God gives us such sweet relief when we rest in His peace. Doesn’t He? I hope this gave you a little refreshment in your day. 🙂
Thank you Lisa and thank you for visiting. ~Marcie 🙂