Poetry and Images from a Christian

Monday, October 14, 2013

Small Crisis

When the little son who was my constant companion for six years or so suddenly became my husband's shadow most of the time, I had a small identity crisis. I was happy for my little boy to be venturing into the world of manly pursuits, but what about me...What was I going to do with all this new alone time? During a walk, the Holy Spirit impressed on me that now was a good time to just be still and know that God has a plan. God loves us as we are;  we are his creations.


I walk a long country black top
My mind vibrating with questions
Who am I now?
What should I do?
Countless possibilities vie to be weighed
Faster and harder I walk
My muscles tensing and relaxing
In turn
Footfalls quietly progressing

The warm breeze touches me
To capture my attention
The feathered grasses lining the roadside
Bend  in greeting
Shooshing gently against neighbors
Shooshing beneath the sun
I hear them
I hear
The sound of grass
Then stop to listen
Hands on knees
Beginning to understand

I will do
But already am
And the Breeze
And the shooshing
And the neighbors
Are important.

1 comment:

  1. This really touched me, Jennifer. Since my wife passed 3 and half years ago, I have pondered on my "identity crisis" almost everyday. Being forced to reconcile my expectations with reality is a challenge. But God is still good, and I have to stop and listen...to hear His directions for THIS day. And as hard as it is to accept it..."I will do". Thanks for sharing this poem.