every part of you is loud here. winds wind through royal blue stone, drowning my breath.

so small. so fleeting. so futile. but the vapor of a whisper.

i don’t need to go anywhere to find you. You are here. 

bats like butterflies whirl around me. 

dip and dive and barrel and glide in a dance to the Creator. 

creation glows at day’s end. glory unto God who blesses rest, placing value in slowing breath.

He ordains as we dwell in the safety of grace.

i cannot capture this miracle.

only sit as dust on larger stone. larger than I am, larger than my weight. 

i trust my Jireh will carry my weight, my heaviness. i trust my Yahweh will protect, love and provide. i trust in the Rock of all ages. i trust my Abba to hold and cradle me in His raw heart. 

i am blessed to cry out for this rock that longs to. worship whipped through winds to heavenly waters. would I be loud as your creation is loud. glory unto my Loud Lord.

shalom in shamayim. 

shalom prepared for me.