Right Where You Are

To figure out Your ways- It's a puzzle with a maze in some bright, beautiful place...

Lovely to see but I can't begin to fathom any of the missing piece.

And maybe that's okay?

Maybe that's all part of this love story You create.

Sometimes I think this world gets it all wrong. Complicates it to the extreme. So unnecessary. But necessary enough to see... Should love be this hard?

I think You covered the hardest part for us all... Why can't we see that?

And what is with all these denominations? Why the separation?
Maybe it's just me but...
I thought love was universal?

I haven't been doing this Christian thing for too long but...
As far as I've seen...

What's captured my heart is that You always meet me where I am.
You speak my language.
You step in my world.

I may stray...I will stray
But the line...the line can never be cut between You and I.
You tenderly will tug on it every now and then...
And I become a little more alive within...than when I'm without You.
And I come running back.

This is where I belong.
                                 Right where You Are.
                                                               

What do your morning talks to God look like? Some how I end up rhyming in mine.... :)

How I Got Lost.

I remember way back when I was sitting in my room with some paper and a pen.
Words flowed like water and I couldn't stop them...
They were my only escape.
Escape the world, escape my life, escape my loneliest of times.

Music was another world.
Words to a melody and I was in love.
Things just made sense between music and my paper and pen.
Until one day I put them down
Dreams don't happen as easily as you can dream them

And where have I gone?
Silly me, I forgot the lyrics to my own song.
I forgot the steps to my own beat
I lost the very part of me.
Soul.
Heart and soul is who we all are.

We were made to be something so much more than who we are
So why can't we see
Why can't we believe that dreams are real
And so is He.

Grace is more than just a light in the dark
It's the beating of a heart.
The warmth of a mother's hand
The smile of a Father's face
The safety of an embrace

...

Yes, words...
Words are my saving grace.
Bring me back to my paper and pen
I want to inspire the world to dream again...






*Pic credit to True Stories, Honest Lies