
“Faith is all there is
when the room is quiet,
there is no one around,
and the only sound is the sound
as your own tears hit the ground.”
`Jessie Marie Olson
Of one thing I am certain, God.
God’s will for us is often the last thing we think of.
It is at times a painful truth, it leads us to grow and to recognize our own defects and turn them into assets, it is most easily seen in the mirror of those we encounter each day. I see in my fellows my past, my present, my future.
I see that water will seek its own level at every twist, turn, and fork in the river. I see shallow dips, rushing bends, and waterfalls. I see myself adjust to journey. I see that confidence is not an air of supremacy or a bend to inferiority, I see that confidence is the ability to adjust to the coming and going of the tides, that it is faith in oneself as a rock that the tide will not carry it back out to sea with the going of the tide.
Faith is all there is when the room is quiet, there is no one around, and the only sound is the sound of your own tear hit the ground.
God’s will for us and the changes we must make does not necessarily mean we will change those around us, yet we will be sure to survive the change. The hardest part of God’s will is letting go of ourselves and those around us into the arms of God.
To become a bystander, a stranger to it all. “How did you let go of that beautiful flower so close to your roots?” a lady asked me. And so I told her, I wanted the flower to grow, to survive, and to be beautiful. And so I told her that if I picked it, it might die. How strong I was, she said. How loving, she said. And then she walked around me and proceeded to pick the flower. And there is nothing one can do in a moment like that alas turn my face up to God….To disarm and surrender.
I see myself as an Oak. I have notches and bends in my trunk. I bend this way and that way and at my peak I stand straight and tall, I have survived the winds, the storms, the rains, the drought. I have the faith that storms will come and pass, and that my roots and foundation will hold me in place. I will have water when I am thirsty, and sunshine when I am cold. I will have everything I need, and I will survive watching other Oaks near me cut down, break under the wind, the young ones and some old. I will cry out for them “be strong, don’t give up!” and they will not hear me. No one hears the cry of a tree after all, except for one thing, and that is God.
Of one thing I am certain, God is with me.

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