Fix My Eyes on You

I sit, my heart in knots. 

It came in the form of a "you're beautiful" moment.

I grin to myself, as I feel slightly not myself; and I know where to go. 

Then, I pull back and whisper quietly, “why? Daddy, why?” 

I step back a moment, step back into the Arms of Grace. 

He shows me gently where I have grown.

 He cries the tears that I can’t, the ones that my numb heart won’t let out. 

How I long for that stream of freedom to run down my face. 

Tears. 

They have are a grace-filled, funny blessing.

 Healing, freeing.

 I think through all the chaos of the last few weeks, the changes up and coming, the not-knowing what will happen in each tomorrow, the learning to trust Him in the middle of the “I-don’t-knows.”

 In the middle of scorching turmoil, I sit and thank Him for a new, precious friend; a friend who inspired me by the number 7. 

Such grace, crazy how one is blessed in the most wonderful of odd ways.

 He just knows. 

My Daddy knows.

 I forget most days how He loves me.

 I forget that He sings over me.

 I forget that He knows my heart.

 I forget that He thinks I’m beautiful. 

I forget that He created me and loved me to life. 

So for today, I hold it close and treasure the grace. 

Tomorrow will take care of itself, because He’s in control.

So, my eyes, remain fixed on Him.

Water-walker, I shall become.