The Lion’s Lambs

As the harsh north wind blows the fresh snow and moves it wherever it wills erasing every track, old and new, shall the colder winds of bitterness, anger, frustration, despair, and hopelessness cover over the footsteps of Your every movement in my life, old and new?

When the straight limbs of the heavy winds of hardship are done flailing and thrashing and moving me, will any trace of Your fingerprints remain? When the fresh layers of pain, abuse, and heartache are finally blown clean away or melted, will I find in my heart a foundation of ice or a final resting place — the foundation of You?

Because footprints in the sand are a lovely thought…

Because Your footprints measuring the depths of my circumstances are of some comfort…

But tonight, Lord, I need the unshakeable in my shaking;

I need the unfathomable in my understanding;

I need Your eternal eyes in my mortal eyes’ focus…

Tonight, Lord, I need the Lion… so that I can be a lamb.

So when they had eaten breakfast, Jesus said to Simon Peter, “Simon, son of Jonah, do you love Me more than these?”

He said to Him, “Yes, Lord; You know that I love You.”

He said to him, “Feed My lambs.”

John 21:15

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