I've been meaning to put these pictures up for a long time. A coworker of mine, Buck, made this stained glass picture for Brianna's room. He never told me the theme of it or anything until he gave it to me, and I loved it at first sight! The bottom of the frame says "God is oh so close." It's right above the glider where I rock Brianna and read to her, and I think it's the perfect place for it.
I was cleaning out some old files on my computer today and came across a poem I wrote about five years ago. I just thought I would post it here. Keep in mind, I never claimed to be a writer, but I really like the idea behind this poem. So don't critique, if you don't like it, then that's fine!!
I'm riding over the waves without any protection.
I'm being tossed around, limbs flailing, and I look up - waiting for You to save me - to get me out of this.
I go under.
Sputtering, half mad, half afraid, I scream, "Where are You? You can do everything and yet my drowning is going unnoticed!"
For a split second, the scene is almost serene with the sounds of waves crashing, gulls cooing, and the slight breeze.
The skyscraper wave hits me from behind, knocking my feet over my head.
Upside down. I should be used to this feeling.
My eyes close and I quit resisting. I begin to skin, my arms raised over my head, my face wearing a mask of tranquility.
I take one last look to my side, but instead of murkiness, I see a stream of light hitting the palm of Your hand.
I lunge for You, and we soar to the surface together.
"Finally!" I cry.
Your somber reply is, "Yes. Finally you realized I was beside you the whole time. Finally you paid attention. Finally you reached out for me. Finally you recognized that's all it ever took."