When the whole picture starts to overwhelm,
when the largeness of tragedy, both communal and personal,
seeks to infiltrate every crevice where hope tries to hide,
when nothing looks right and all feels wrong,
how can I cling to the knowledge and fervent belief that
God is good?
I wedge myself in the middle
of all the things that are rich,
all the things that are right,
all the things that bring comfort and joy
to a soul that is weary.
I surround myself with beauty
and lift my hands in praise
to a God who is a Creator of a world
that has beauty tucked in so many,
so many corners.
I stop looking at the big picture
and I see individual hearts that long
I abandon the fixation with fixing the world's problems
and instead I become mesmerized by a God whose
grace is ever so perfect,
that is ever so enough,
that is ever so freely given.
Wedged in the middle,
surrounded by beauty,
receiving in the surrender,
a soul that is
so that I might be able to wedge
someone else in the middle
who is weary and in need
of His lavish refreshment.
Linking with the lovely Emily at Imperfect Prose