Where does our gaze land? As storms sweep in, And the dusk deepens?
As light fades to the horizon?
And we know the night is near?…
What do we see? Know? Feel? Taste? Smell?
Is it fear, exhilaration?
Is it hope, expectation?
Do we see a big picture?
Or is our focus narrow?
How well do we trust God through this transition from day to night?
From ease to heartache?
From peace to storm?
Oh God, we place ourselves firmly within your grasp. Held within your love.
Sheltered within your shalom.
Rest… be still.
There are days…
When we look in one direction and see beauty.
Knowing full well that our ears are full of the noises of life.
And it is messy behind us.
Around us are all the calls that demand our attention.
Yet still we look.
If only for a moment.
Toward beauty and calm.
Toward intentional breathing.
And just for a moment the noise and the mess fades.
And we remember that we are held.
Your dance is beautiful.
A gentle rythmn
Full of fluidity and grace.
It settles the anxious.
Brings with it an invitation.
To move heart. To move mind.
To get up and dance.
For you. About you. With you.
Your dance is balm to our soul.
Our dance is life praise to You.