running on empty

I have got to find him...
and I'm running like hell past your Prada shoes
i'm in high pursuit like "where's waldo?" books
I
hope he hears me
as I run yelling his name
and something inside of him feels my spirit pulling just the same
I'm not concerned about my being too tall
or if my hair is right
or my feet not small
enough
He
has a way of making things right
and somehow he hears the silent droplets on my pillow some nights
i'm picking up speed
hoping I catch him in the streets
hoping he can say something to me through someone I meet
When I get to him, i'm arriving with gratitude
for all the times i was in danger but somehow got rescued
I'm racing towards him with appreciation in my backpack
I've got adoration around my neck
with worship in my knapsack
Swift images of the ones I love pass by my eyes
i'm scurrying past the ones who weren't ready... too busy looking at my thighs
i'm rushing past the ones who only took from me
i'm sprinting through the intellectual, theorhetical, ... the stuff that makes me doubtful
I'm darting towards the hopeful, life-full, with my life-full and open
to give back to HIM.

An addendum to the Psalms

When I was able to see the Lord again, there was great weeping
but only from my eyes.
When I found the strength to stop hiding from him, shackles were broken
but only on my side.
Looking over the shackles that restrained my beautiful feet, I saw the names of them...
the countless men, things, agendas, degrees, accomplishments that were no longer important because they didn't include HIM.
As one hand released my earthly concerns, the other became weighted down by grace, mercy, favor, patience, peace, and most importantly love.
Needless to say, I had to let my worldly cares go in order to carry God's goodness. And,
needless to say, I'm choosing to walk away from some people and things if HE doesn't choose them. The beautiful part is that the empty place these items occupied is completely filled with newness, so it doesn't hurt to lose them.
I'm free... free because I choose to be and God said I could.
Free because whatever has my name on it in this life is already mine and will be mine for good.
When I'm placed before Kings, it'll be because my gifts have made room for me.
Tonight I look forward to sleeping better because consumed I won't be.


"Except the Lord build the house, the laborers work in vain" because only a house that the Lord builds will stand.