What of this liminal space?
Egypt behind me; the promised land beyond me…
Sometimes I still long for the pseudo security of Egypt
though it came with a price:
A monkey trap of sorts,
holding me powerless to leave
What of this “outside looking in” experience?
Will it ever be fully realized?
As I surrender to this ever-ancient, ever-new reality
and let it sink into my bones:
You make your home in me
You always save the best for last
You meet us here
in the mourning
in the waiting
in the longing
in the middle
in the unknown
Who’s that walking beside me?
Who’s that advocating for me…
interceding on my behalf
with words I can’t express…?
My brother
My friend
My Jesus
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