The Lord is taking me

Through something

And it’s hard

My heart knows He is cultivating me

My mind strains to understand

But my spirit is still

With expectant anticipation

Tinged with dread

Like the sudden

 Cresting of a hill,

With stomach-lurching free-fall

It’s familiar

I’ve been here before

Feeling powerless

But then I remember

That just as a mother

Nurtures a sickly infant

One drop at a time

God mercifully administers

The trial in bits

Only as tolerated

Coaxing

“Eyes on Me”

“Eyes on Me”

“Steady now”

One step

One tear

One doubt

One fear

At a time

Inexplicably

I find myself

Suspended in a bubble of His grace

And I am

 Sustained