I have been standing here for too long. It seems somedays I am tearing the wall down. Then the motion changes and I discover I am building it all back up.
These walls around me. Keeping me from letting go. My hand grips tight around my dreams, my hopes. It is all just a mist...a vapor. " You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away." James 4:14
These walls have to be taken down. My hand has to let go and trust. Trust. I hear his sweet words calling to me. Beckoning. Tear it down. Come close.
To have patience and wait. To see what He has for me... to see how I can glorify Him. To tear down and sit at His feet.