My breath pushes too heavy upon my chest; my lungs overtaken by some unseen force alien to me.
In an instant all hope spills like beans from a bag burst open…suddenly scattered…useless.
I am altogether undone.
At the end of me, there’s a place I didn’t know about before.
It’s like a stream hiding deep in the forest waiting for a visitor.
Then all at once it moves and I hear the bubbling of water breaking on the hard rock of my heart.
It hurts and I grow weary with myself.
I can’t say why I didn’t conquer the rapids years ago.
I guess I thought they’d become a distant memory lost beneath brighter things.
God doesn’t heal in part; He’s after everything.
Beneath the cracking of the surface, there’s a grace that won’t leave me standing there half finished.
There’s persistence in the movement of living water through human nature.
Refusing to leave me broken, the process continues.
I rise from beneath the surface, alive…nevertheless, not I, Christ in me.
Hope of glory, don’t leave me alone tonight.