I met His gaze from across the room … briefly.
I looked away in shame.
How long had it been since we talked?
Hadn’t I promised to call?
To lean on Him for guidance and strength?
Instead, every assertion of love and all my proclamations of dependence, each promise of faithfulness to Him and His word evaporated with the first trial … a day later …
Or was it a minute?
I fought to choke back the sob that pushed up my throat, demanding a voice.
I beat down the rush of emotion that flooded my burning heart.
I knew I’d failed. I’d forgotten … again.
How could He trust me with anything I say to Him if I can’t last a minute?
The only thing left to do was to turn and leave, head bowed low. I will never be able to create within the steadfast determination and grit needed to go the distance with Him.
Before I could take one step …
His hand was on my arm, staying my departure, while His other tucked a finger beneath my chin. He
turned my face towards Him.
The radiance in His eyes enveloped me in warmth. A blanket wrapping tight to drive away the chill of defeat.
Then I heard His voice reverberating within my soul.
Not death . . . nor life.
No angel . . . or demon.
Nothing today . . . tomorrow . . . or even yesterday.
There is no depth . . . or height,
Or anything in all of creation
That can separate you from My love.*
Weaving words for the heart and soul,
Karlene A. Jacobsen