Waxing poetic

The thirsting flowers push heavenward.
Or do they reach?
Turning faces upward, if I stop
they will teach...
"Praise Him all creatures here below,"
A clear Word do they preach,
My attention, my wonder, my worship
All upward beseeched.

I haven't written a poem in forever. I also haven't really just stopped to contemplate anything in a way that led me to set my heart down in verse, either. There's something inward that needs to slow down... This poem is something from time I finally grabbed this week to just sit and look at what God has placed around me - available to me daily - but that I tend to rush past.

I dare you to move...

OK. So we returned from yet another Northern Ireland visit with heavy hearts and yet a wild anticipation of what God is doing and will do there in the months to come. While we could move there today, we felt that God was saying to wait. That was difficult. But God has been moving pieces around on the board. We are confident that He will make it clear when it's time to go.

At one point on the trip, I was getting frustrated because I felt like there was no clarity. I said, "God, I don't know what you're doing. But I know what I'm doing... waiting!" It took me a while to get past the frustration. Finally, in Isaiah 64:4 I heard God's response to my ranting:

Since the world began, no ear has heard and no eye has seen a God like You who works for those who wait for Him.

So I actually do know what God is doing while I'm waiting. He's working.