Interim

When God has scraped the ruins of your life

From the dirty pavement, and set you on your feet once again,

It’s hard to know where to go from there

You’ve been disoriented for so long,

Whirling around in the storm, torn into tatters

That it takes some time for the swirling to stop

You must wait for details to fall into place,

Floating like feathers taking their beautiful time

Because who ever told you that God must Guide quickly?

That your answers must come like McNuggets of Wisdom,

Fast, Cheap, or not at all, leaving you with slight indigestion?

There will always be another storm

Be still, and know that He is God

It’s not about you, and you will not be perfect

Until He transforms you in Eternity

Enjoy His Peace, that Great Breath of fresh air

Separating the storms, there lies Understanding

And soon your next step will be clear

Just one, from the Perfect One, for an imperfect one

He loves, with all your weakness

He knows, and He will make a way

In His Strength, your weakness is an Opportunity

For Grace, transformed in His Glory

To Enjoy the Goodness of life

Given