Trials have me talking. Got me
thinking of what is real, and what is just a part of my fleeting ruins.
For how often my mistakes (what I’m more
likely to call trials) are the very center of what belongs to You.
I can’t seem
to handle them, my mistakes. I stumble
and walk crippled until I am raised to a resurrected knowledge of deep verses
my shallow. Then, and only then, does my
trial (mistake) become a beautiful expression of Love in all colors. Before this I just see in black and white
(understanding of my own).
But trials give me the Character of Your Life in
me. Shining boldness that presses its
praise toward Your kindness…always. No
wonder I am to count it all joy when I encounter trials. What an opportunity to
find real. How could I any other way know love as extreme, love as answers to
the blackest of my heart.
Facing a trial, I run, I hide, I fall apart; and yet
it is at that moment the explosion of heaven invades with activity I will
encounter - my new dance, Your victory in me.
For what trial is it to find I am
right? It is when I’m lost that I must say… who cares what others say, I’m lost
and I crumble. My trial ends and Your song rises. The stand I made to be
mighty, falls - to the table fit for only kings and queens. I feast in Truth as I lie down and cry. My
toes begin to tap, my arms begin to wiggle, and my ears begin to pick up a
sound that my eyes now behold as new. I am captured away to journey with music
of Truth, no longer drowning in the crushing of a heavy heart.
Hearing is simply a wave of notes circling
the mind, waiting for my spirit to catch its rapture. I soar as if I never knew anything but Your
love was always. And then it happens, I look back and I see a story, a song
written about me. Fearlessly, I explore
as a curious spectator of something I followed with passion and shout with
happiness. Where is the trial when Truth
owns my heart. La, la, la, la, la, laaaaa…. goes my thoughts…
