Restless

I have a special poem I would like to share with you. (Backstory) A new friend of mine, a wonderful author by the name of Jennie Allen, recently unveiled the name of her latest Bible study. This study is to be released in January of 2014, I believe, and is entitled Restless.

Restless. I think we all feel restless every now and again, but I couldn't have come up with a better word to describe my life at this moment. I feel restless. I love how God uses someone else to give the description of the chaos that is another person's emotions. How He helps us realize just how much we can relate to our brothers and sisters in Christ.

Restless. As I stood yesterday washing my dishes, I thought of how exciting it will be to do Jennie's study! But then a few minutes into my thought process I found myself holding my hands in front of me, and starring at them. Tears began to role down my cheeks, and the Lord gave me the first and last lines of a beautiful poem. I quickly dried my hands, grabbed the nearest writing utensil, and began writing words He laid on my heart. The following poem is the end result of my dishwashing experience. I know these words were intended for me that day, but I also know they are intended for you this day. Enjoy, and praise You Lord for these words.

Restless

My hands long to stretch across the world, but steady by my side they remain.

The reason why, I do not know. It’s difficult to explain.

My head is spinning. I want to make a difference. My soul seems to cry out still.

But He says “be still your soul sweet child, and seek only My perfect Will.

Be okay with what I’ve willed for you. It’s beautiful this role.

All I ask is do not worry, instead be ready for Me to control.

The little things you label nothing, in My Kingdom are of great worth.

They bring glory to My Name; a purpose set before your birth.

Walk by faith and not by sight. My ways are not your ways.

Lean not on your own understanding, and seek Me to guide your days.

A platform or a remembered name so many people seek.

Yet I have called you to share My name, and to be My hands and feet.

You long to help a stranger, a widow, a beggar; help them all.

But for now, I say teach My Name to those babies down the hall.

All of this is for your good. On my promises won’t you stand?

Wait for me. Wait patiently. And I will stretch your hands.”

Thank You Father God.

Much Love,

-Summer