Immediately. The word rises off the page. In the Gospel of Mark.
Chapter after chapter.
His straight-forward style communicating. Sudden change. Right away.
Immediately.

Immediately. The word rises off the page. In the Gospel of Mark.
Chapter after chapter.
His straight-forward style communicating. Sudden change. Right away.
Immediately.

Unknowns pile up, left and right. Closed doors and uncertainty overwhelm. At the ends of the earth.
Amidst this confusion of crossroads. During a certain season in our lives. Fears creep in. Uninvited.
Then. In the weight of urgent prayer, a passage of Scripture whispers in my thoughts.
Rising gently. Firmly. Pressing through the questions and concerns.
A hymn of praise. Penned by Paul.
About the Sovereign One.

In the realm of heart and soul,
You ask for all.
Hands open,
I give the
fragmented,
flawed,
incomplete all
that I know.
You receive.
Tenderly. Welcoming
broken parts,
scattered pieces
of a repentant,
believing
heart.
You save the sin-sick soul.
