Yesterday, I was sitting on the beach, thanking God for so many things, especially not having a regular 8 to 5 anymore, I don’t miss it. I started thinking about how I asked for prayers this week and I could almost envision some of you whispering the words, like I was doing in that moment, and the words leaving our mouths and taking a beautiful journey all the way to God’s ears and heart. Floating along, seeing the magnificence of this world, on the way to the most beautiful place.
This is what came next. I hope you like it.
A PRAYER’S JOURNEY
And as the words left her lips,
they floated on the breeze,
drifting and lifting,
like the ease of the autumn leaves.
They passed over oceans deep
and swept over the sands of gold,
then adrift again,
on the journey that never gets old.
The words they tarried rarely,
for a mission they had to go,
the Master’s heart awaited,
the words He longed for so.
He saw them floating on the breeze,
in His direction they drew near,
the words from someone He knew so well,
a child He held so dear.
And as they reached Him, He pulled them close,
and held them to His heart,
He understood each word He heard,
His wisdom in return He’d impart.
So He whispered His words and off they flew
to a heart not far away,
traveling the journey it knew so well
until His child heard what He had to say.
And as the words the child had longed for,
from the One she longed for more,
found her and wrapped themselves around her,
she was stronger than before.
And she smiled.
Her words had made their way to Him
as gently and surely as His
had made their way back to her.