What have I done?
Within and without,
My house is littered with pain.
Who can I blame?
Round and about my mind spins,
Senselessly out of kilter,
Out of time,
Sans patter of excuses.
On the horizon… the sun
From under a day-long cloud cover shouts,
Then sinks behind the waters.
The waters lap endlessly the land
As light bleeds slowly out
Of the western wound.
Clouds and deep mist lock in the dark.
And there on the damp sand
On the breathing shore
In the seething dark
I find acceptance…
Have read the new posts and am on the move here so not time at the moment to respond properly. You say what is so in each of them.
It always seems to come as a surprise to me when I’m re-introduced to the truth of I Corinthians 10:13, 14 – “No temptation has overtaken you that is not common to man….” How desperately I desire for my particular temptations to be uncommon. Unique! Special. But, after they are examined, it turns out they’re not special at all. They are common.
And how lovely of the sovereign God to provide with every single one of them “a way of escape, that [I] might be able to bear them.” God remembers that we are dust (Psalm 103:13) and gently challenges and invites, “Hey, loved dust, here’s a way of escape….”
He is amazing. His grace is amazing. And, in the final analysis, we are amazing as well – as we stand in grace, dealing with common temptations. Using words – it’s one beggar telling another beggar where to find bread. That we can do!