When old fears emerge,
something in me is disappointed
and wishes I’d get over it
and move on.
She (this part of me) has the wisdom of Jesus,
knows the truth that will set me free,
but lacks his compassion
and patience.
He finds her pouting,
frustrated.
Nothing gets done around here
unless I do it, she says.
She wants a clean house,
without a speck of fear
hiding in a corner
or under the rug.
She longs for
peace, peace, peace.
I know you do,
says Jesus, sitting down beside her.
I long for that, too.
He remembers the dark and cloudy day
I was scattered and lost.
He takes my hand
and puts it on his heart.
I feel the pulse
of peace, peace, peace
and see him,
like a shepherd,
bringing
every part of me
home.
For this is what the Sovereign Lord says: I myself will search and find my sheep. I will be like a shepherd looking for his scattered flock. I will find my sheep and rescue them from all the places where they were scattered on that dark and cloudy day… I myself will tend my sheep and give them a place to lie down in peace, says the Sovereign Lord. I will search for my lost ones who strayed away, and I will bring them safely home again. –Ezekiel 34:11-12,15-16
An Everyday Pilgrim 