“I looked towards the wintering trees to hush my fretful soul, as they rise to face the icy sky and hold fast beneath the snow,
Their rings grow wide, their roots go deep, that they might hold their height and stand like valiant soldiers through the Watches of the Night,
And no human shoulder ever bears the weight of all the world, but hearts can sink beneath the ache of troubles sudden surge,
yet far beyond all knowing there’s a strong and sleeping light that reaches round to hold me through the watches of the night,
And I have cried upon the steps that seemed too steep for me to climb, and I’ve prayed against a burden I did not want to be mine,
But, here I am , and this is where you are calling me to fight, and You I will remember through the Watches fo the Night,
You I will remember, through the Watches of the Night.”
“And Jesus draw me ever nearer as I labor through the storm; You have called me, to this passage and I’ll follow though I’m worn,
May this journey bring a blessing and may I rise on wings of faith,
And at the end of my hearts testing, with your likeness let me wake..”
The above poem and song lyrics written by Keith and Kristyn Getty (Watches of the Night).
I could think of no other way to start today’s blog than with the above words from the pen of this skilled couple.
I do not understand the length nor the breadth of the journey God has now called me to, but I do know that as my stubborn will finds its way into His hands and agrees to walk the journey without invitation to self-pity, I will know His strength and peace; I will know that my steps are not my own and that as I walk, each step will become a deeper imprint of trust and faith.
I am not alone.
There are many of you out there who find yourself on a journey you did not ask for, or choose. It arrived at your door demanding an invitation to either walk its path, or close the door in denial.
O what to choose?
She stands there at first,
face void of expression
heart pulsing over sight of a road not journeyed…
Is she a coward?
Will she walk?
Will she stand tall?
Does she believe in a God of love?
There is soul noise as faith, truth and pain collide
Where is wisdom?
What answer is right?
Will she agree to “double-dutch” with emotion and truth?
The door stands open,
beckoning a step through..
Will she take it?
Limbs are numb, not easily persuaded
Movement catches her glassy eyes
What does she see?
Shadows of the past dance across the path awaiting her footprint
The form of a small child emerges, twirling to the current of melody..
the child is lost inside her dance,
Her face calmly mirrored with reflections from her soul
Memory serves the one watching by the open door
of a life of passionate expression
of a soul unhindered
The shadow serves her mother”s memory
will it give her mother courage
to walk with
and not against
the other’s journey of choice?
The door beckons
the path awaits
tears fall slowly
as her foot crosses the threshold
a journey not taken
but in love
and by faith
they will walk arm in arm
faces alight from souls held fast
to only One who remains
forever and always…