With you it ALL goes away, my love, my paramour. You take IT from me and disperse it with a flick of the wrist casting unwanted nuance into the dark of night. Shadow puppets that speak through the sounds of the winds and the rains.
Covered, I lay, still so as not to incense or disrupt the storm. Darkness, is my friend, no lethal flashes of light to beset. The safety of stillness, enough to cover my fear and keep my trepidations from running rampant. I am Centered.
A breath, a step, a moment, a prayer….a shift. An atmospheric change when Praise is released. The praise that says despite my debased circumstance, My God, My God you have NOT left me, but came after me, to bring me closer unto You.
I lay it all down. Absolute and utter surrender into the arms of love whose embrace instills life and keeps me still. The Lord comforts and the Lord God Jehovah restores. All. ALL. He is the God of restoration.
-Becky Butler