A 31 day journal for the easily overstimulated humans.
(Because we exist, and we desire to live well. Not just hide well.)
The Dwelling Place has always existed, though I have not always visited.
- It is the place we go when we can’t just go.
- It is the place where we meet with Holy Spirit.
- It is the place where we are stilled.
- It is the place which gives us a moment’s peace.
- It is the place we live from.
Less escaping. More embracing.
Never closed for the season. Never overbooked.
Never not prepared for our arrival.
Always welcomes with open arms.
This place is not a thing but a face.
our Dwelling Place.
The Dwelling Place | 31 Days of Real Life Getaways
| Day #8
Eyes scan ever quick,
words upon page.
Hope burns bright into old age —
lights up doubty spaces,
cracks, crevices, dips in faces.
Follows all the live long days,
never scants far away.
Through the woods, through the storm,
through the thicket, through the corn.
Through the mud, up the hills,
past the meadows and the fields.
Into the darkness, out of the caves,
over the peaks of mountains and waves.
Truth holds onto us come hell or high water,
Truth lives to lend us life
so we come out on the other side.
Utterances, prose —
prayers without pose…
Replace and refill,
Worn ragged wastelands —
you shall dance yet.
Brimming with Spirit’s song,
your efflorescence luster
proves truth’s love
is more than we can muster.
Without you oh, Truth
who are we really
but shadows of hollow thought
who need life to fill us up.
Come enter our wastelands,
cover old dead thatch.
Truth sprout wings in empty veins,
Hatch life in impossible minds
so we drop and say,
Bring us to the other side Truth,
we trust you.
***Join me each October day for the #write31days event (learn more here) for a gentle fleshing out of the thoughts, as I seek to share journal-style + by poetry, past experiences with anxiety and learning how to live and thrive after discovering about ptsd.
Let’s lean into Truth together.
Let’s trust God moment by moment.