Daze 16: The Hurry in My Heart

I thought life would slow down with the quarantine of the virus, but it seems like mine gets busier and busier.  I love the grandkids in the mornings, and family together through this all. I am deeply grateful to have OSU student and dearly loved friend, Ellen with us to help us in so many ways. But I hate it when I feel rushed or hurried---a temptation every day.

Today I woke up at 5 a.m. thinking about this hurry so got up and wrote down these words.....racing through my heart. Shared them with my Father and if you feel the busy turning to hurry, I encourage you to do this too.

The Hurry in My Heart

Words like a train

               Racing through my heart,

Intersecting with my brain,

               No stopping to depart.

The bombardments are like gunshots

               Piercing thoughts each day.

Stop me, Lord, oh, stop me,

               This is what I pray.

There is no place to stop or rest

               When I’m planning the unknown.

No way to stop the coming storm,

               To You, let my heart be blown.

Lord, you know my anxious thoughts,

               Intents mixed up with flurry.

Oh, how they cascade

               Into the confusion of my hurry.

Would you please, then, I pray,

               Stop this hurry in my heart,

So I may sit at your dear feet,

               At each new day’s fresh start.

I want to think your thoughts with you—

               Not moments before or after.

Let my heart be one with yours,

               Not hanging off a rafter.

So kindly slow me down today,

               To the pulse beat in your heart.

I want to hear Your Words of Life,

               May that always be my part.

Please take the ramblings of my words,

               Scattered though they be.

I offer them to You right here,

               My heart on bended knee.