I’ve spent a lot of needed time in 2012 realizing how much I NEED God–I have such a ridiculous tendency to depend on myself. My son, Doug, has been realizing the same. Here’s a stanza from a poem he recently wrote:
I start by asking for help of heavenly realms
so my voice can carry my story, my psalm
about a slave knelt down at the foot of a throne
then stretched out and laid out prone
down on the raw, bare balls of my palms
thoughts born of a storm far from calm.
Drawn off experience and painted in red
these words are not written–but bled.
~ Doug Handwork
My New Year’s resolution?? To know Him, embrace Him intimately, and trust Him more.