In the wilderness, it is easy to find myself
Scratched up, stumbling,
Always trying to climb up or over or out.
It is a place of straining to find light –
Hope, joy, and freedom.
There are times when I realize
I have just been walking in circles,
Rehashing the same laments,
Examining the same scars,
Asking the same questions –
Are You still there?
Which way are You leading me?
Will this pain end?
Sometimes I just sit for a moment,
Laying back and looking into the trees
And through the tangled briar,
But despite my confusion,
I know that this wilderness,
Is necessary for freedom.
You must tell me the stories behind my scars
So that I might see how You were there all along.
So that I might see how Your redemptive love
Transcends tragedy and emptiness and unfulfilled
Sometimes this wilderness feels lonely,
But You have assured me that Your hand is
You have assured me that Your hand is secure.