The Great Scribble.
most picture life in the future
as a straight line
a linear arrow
pointed directly toward a self made bullseye
they believe they will hit
by drawing back the arched bow and releasing,
the attempt of the red target
the pat on the shoulder
for ‘arriving’
at the destination unbloodied.
SAFELY.
with CERTAINTY.
No dear soul,
life is a messy scribble-
twisted lines
of fury
intertwined sadness, joy and struggle
the jumbled mess
the beautiful chaotic symphony!
the silver lining my soul pleads?
We CANNOT scribble outside of the lines!
It is simply against the character of God-
this impossible feat of drawing outside of the messy circle
Oh soul!
if you could only awaken to this truth
this missing piece would set you free
the expansion so giant that your mind cannot comprehend
the hedge that’s been put around you
all protection, knocking harm to it’s powerless feet
all misunderstood blessings
coming into clear focus
through this new lens
moment when the blurred becomes perfect, the mess beautiful
where the heart actually begins to DESIRE the scribble
rather than the
straight line
which is perfect…
and where is there room for God in THAT???
amazing truth speak to me
reveal that I cannot reach outside of the bounds that is the life that has been designed for me,
of this GREAT LOVE for me,
I cannot outrun it
ALL IS EXTREMELY WELL…
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