Musings from Yesterday

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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