Running Over

    One afternoon last week, while we were staying at the Lakeside Lodge in Chelan, I felt myself being loved by God in an almost inexpressible way. I could not have verbally shared my feelings and gratitude if someone had been in the room with me, but the Lord encouraged me to write them down. Though I have no melody in mind, I consider this my first Psalm. A gift from me to the Lord.

                                                                      Running Over 

 

My words are too unskilled to tell

the feeling of contentment here

warm and snug in this hotel, while

outside, cold winds shake the trees

and stir up whitecaps on the lake.

I savor coffee’s scent and taste

and listen to Christmas carols play.

 

I feel known and loved and cared for

by my husband, by my Savior.

How can I not trust a God

who deigns to fill his daughter’s heart

with all the things that she loves best?

I'm peaceful as a child at rest

upon her loving Father’s chest. 

 

Is this what heaven will be like?

All my senses satisfied,

as if I were a child inside her mother,

whose hands embrace my dwelling place

to add a further tender trace

to one, whose every need’s been met,

of love that’s running over.

 

11/13/20