Alone and afraid.
Broken and lost.
She falls on her face, in the dust.
And then she hears His voice.
Calling.
Calling to her.
To come and rest.
To come and trust.
She lifts up her eyes from the dust.
She whispers His name, “Jesus.”
He comes to her in the dark.
He speaks to her out of a burning bush.
She wrestles with Him each night…
“I will not let you go until You bless me.”
Every anchor has been removed,
that He may be the only One left.
She clings to Him in the dark.
She lets Him hold her in the storm.
Alone and afraid.
Broken and lost.
She journeys through the wilderness.
She stops fighting the wilderness.
She lifts up her face from the dust.
Her eyes behold Him,
and He holds her in His love.
In the wilderness.
Then He takes hold of her right hand
and says to her: “Fear not.”
He journeys with her through her wilderness.
To the other side.
Where there is a land flowing with milk and honey.
But first,
she must journey through the wilderness.
Until at last.
She has learned.
To trust.