I have such great friends. Everyone has been so supportive lately as I whine about getting ready for Mount Hermon. Well, maybe “whine” isn’t the right word — more like panic. After spending the last week working on revisions to the first 20 pages of Shaken, I posted this stupid comment on Facebook: “After spending days editing, I’m ready to chuck it all and become a milkmaid. Anyone know where I can buy a few cows, cheap?”

Obviously, I was joking, but my friend Terry read the frustration hiding there and reached out. She’s an amazing speaker and writer (though she argues this point), herself, and she sent me a poem she had written a few days ago. I think I remember that day. She had posted a comment on Facebook about having an emotional and mental “meltdown” day. I guessing that is where this poem originated. (I am spending way too much time on Facebook!)

I asked her permission to share it with you. I know there are others out there having meltdowns today (…you know who you are) and I’m hoping this poem will touch you the way it did me. Thanks, Terry!

Please do not reprint or re-post this without my friend’s permission!

Father, Dear, may I climb into Your lap?
I’m weary and need rest.
Perhaps I’ll hear Your heart beat
with my cheek against Your chest.

If You would, for just a while,
let me feel Your warm embrace
and, looking up, with searching eyes,
see the glory of Your face.

Your arms, so strong and tender,
surround my weary soul,
giving rest and peace and comfort,
to fill my empty bowl.

Renewed once more, You
set me down on lower ground.
I’m ready to go on with life
refreshed by what I’ve found.

And now, my heart remembers
Your promise to the blessed,
“Come unto Me, you weary,
And I will give you rest”.

Terry G
3/19/09

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