I come, never reluctantly
but sometimes rushed and unprepared.
I have to fight to get here
but I come, breathless and expectant.
Be still my soul.
All that is within me
bless His holy name.
Empty and weary and needy for what can only come from Him.
I am the sanctuary in this sacred space of quiet with my Lord.
I am stained glass, color and light with the smoke from my latest offering still smoldering on the altar and swirling around and about my life.
I want to be fragrant before Him and all I am is laid bare and altar’d*.
I am song and Word-breathed into life
A hymn of silence and stillness and surrender is sung between us .
I am Word-fed and Life-water quenched.
I rise…but I never leave
even when I ‘go ye therefore…’
Enough for today and multiplied by grace and seasoned with mercy
there’s once again more than enough to share with another.