Written: November 22

Lord the morning is dark 
A darkness that doesn’t retreat 
But instead sits heavy on my chest
Yes, my heart is weary and heavy-laden
Empty are my arms
Heavy are my steps. 
Despairing are my thoughts. 

But the darkness is not dark to You
Your arms uphold creation
Strength girds Your steps even in Your sorrow.
Many are Your thoughts of Gemma and me and my family. 

So it is to You I cling, my God.
Faithful are You to Your promises.
Your ways are not my own.
This darkness is the point where I cannot lay hold of them
to make them into something I understand.
My scrutiny is blind.
I see only in part. 
But I do not like what I see.

But, in a single moment,
you see every inch of where the seas kiss the land across the earth.
If this is true,
How Great you must be.

The God of the Great Mountains, El Shaddai
The Great Warrior who defeated sin and its curse, El Gibhor. 
The God Who Sees invisible smallness to a vastness unable to behold – El Roi.
The star-breathing Creator.
Our brother, our friend, the lifter of our heads, our strong tower, Everlasting Father,  the Prince of Peace, Emmanuel, Wonderful Counselor and Comforter, Redeemer, Savior, Messiah and King of Kings. 

I cannot say to You I love what You have allowed.
Indeed, I ask you, could you not have found another way?
But because of who You are,  I will say let Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven. 

You have the words of eternal life.
Where else would I go?

Amen