old Bob

"down here lies nothing, nothing we can call our own."--Bob Dylan

 

when i rode today on the trail i found close to our new home,

i felt the mysterious absence Jesus sometimes gives us

there was a strange comfort in this, this knowing that i knew He had withdrawn

 this must sound odd

but knowing He has taken the feeling of His nearness away,

somehow stirred my faith that He knows i need this in this moment

i don't panic as much as i used to when this happens

i still don't like it, but what can we do except hold on, cry out, and trust?

the sky was beautiful, the humidity high, the downhill wind a gift,

the kudzu covers the entire forest in some places on the path,

you can't even see the trees, but i know they are there....selah

life is a mess, a beautiful mess

old Bob has it right in his new song,

"down here lies nothing, nothing we can call our own"

and somehow, this is incredibly liberating!

 

wkm