Shaking out the rugs . . .
Is that even a thing anymore?
It was one of the few chores that I actually looked forward to as a child: another way to get outside and catch the breeze! My Mom would pile up all the rugs in the house before she ran the “sweeper,” as we called our vacuum in Small Town Indiana. And my job was to stand on the porch and shake all the dust out of those old throw rugs. Sometimes I got so caught up in watching the sky, or listening for the birds that the rugs were a little too well shaken out.
I think I know how those rugs might have felt.
There are days when I look skyward now,
and I am the one
being shaken and tossed.
And I find myself asking my Lord if this shaking
isn’t just a little TOO WELL done?
But if I let myself listen, with ears that are open,
I hear his response:
And, OH! how I want to believe Him.
But . . .
This world feels just a little too unsafe,
the hatred all around feels too heavy to bear,
and the shaking of this globe where my feet are planted
seems to worsen by the moment.
And my own days?
Well too much shaking is just too much! I say.
But my heart has been pierced by His Word yet again,
and in listening to the very next passage,
my thoughts are filled with HOPE:
The media will tell you that we are bound for
destruction: a highway to nowhere.
But God would speak to us that the SHAKING is not
the final word.
AFTER the shaking, comes the promise of His Love,
and the Hope for a city rebuilt for
Are you being tossed by the shaking also?
Open your eyes, and hear with your ears,
because there is a
being played just for you, right here,
under the sound of this shaking world,
Where the Love of Your Lord can NEVER be shaken.
This is Day 13 for the #Write31Days Challenge.
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