like pixie dust in the face of a cold North wind—
as faith grows bold, moves into a house cleansed,
reduced through sorrow that came to visit,
but could not
did not stay forever
given the power of God
and his eternal, loving nature.
There’s so much shaking going on these days. Yikes. It’s hard to know how to respond, but respond we must, even in the quiet of our own homes. As we bow down, and choose to let the Lord lead, there’s this sense that things are happening that we can’t possibly explain and why would we try, in the moment, when the greater need is probably to be still. To take stock. To hold firm. And to release the failed ideologies that have proved less than solid; to build our lives instead on the Rock; the One that cannot be shaken.