Father, please speak louder.
Sun rays trickle through fingertips, a gentle breeze kisses my skin, leaves sing a sweet song in unison above me, delicate wild flowers growing freely by the fence raise their faces towards heaven, a little bird trusts the wind beneath its wings.
Father why can’t I hear you? Why can’t you show me a well lit path that illuminates my future? Why am I afraid to tiptoe upon the stepping stones you have laid out for me among your garden? Why, because I can only see the stone right in front of me Father and even then I’m afraid to step. Even then I’m afraid of the soil underneath giving way. Even then I am afraid to trust you.
My sweet sweet child. So beautiful. Don’t ask me to be louder, you must quite your soul, you must listen. A lamp only lights one stone at a time and I promised to be a lamp unto your feet and a light unto your path. I never promised you’d see it all at once. I never promised you would know what even tomorrow holds. You have to trust me my love. Trust that the soil is not tilled but solid. Trust that the stone will not give way. Trust me. Take my hand and let me lead you upon the stepping stones. Along the way I’ll show you my gardens of grace and forgiveness. I’ll show you my vines of prosperity and promises. I’ll show you new growth where you thought beauty could never sprout from. My sweet love, my creatures do not worry about tomorrow, they trust me with today. I need you to trust me. I love you.
How gentle is our Father, how kind. He displays an expression of love unlike any other. My eternal valentine. Even when my hands are shaky and my heart is unsure the sweet Spirit assures me that the one stepping stone is enough. That He is enough. Thank you Father for kindness, a kindness I am so hopelessly in love with.
