Who pursues whom?
I think I am chasing purpose and faith. I run as hard as I can. I’m beating against the wind.
Winded, I stop, pulling air into my lungs. Sweat drippy, legs shaky, I discover it never was me doing the chasing.
Maybe we need to be lost before we become found.
Mercy, it overtakes my strife.
Finally, I find the truth.
Love and mercy
pursued me.
Now, I am
at rest.
Lots of best wishes on your book. ❤️ G
Your words spoke to my heart.
“Maybe we need to be lost before we become found” made me think of my own salvation experience.
I wasn’t never ever lost,
but somehow I was found,
and now, whatever be the cost,
it’s time to stand my ground.
Time! Oh, man, that dreadful word
that chases down my days
spent here beneath Damocles’ sword
and bids me count the ways
in which a certain death may come
from all these stupid tumours,
a death from which I’d rather run,
but lately I hear rumours
that if I hold a little longer,
help is coming, Someone stronger…
oh, that’s what I need. To be at rest. FMF14