Do you ever?

Do you ever feel shattered?

Falling, flailing, flying apart

no longer one piece,

Not cohesive or clear?


Do ever wonder?

What, who, when all of

this will make sense,

How the answers will come?


Do you ever stop?

Pondering, pouring over, pulling,

the questions from the air,

Hearing the resounding silence?


Do you ever find what?

Caring, compassion, closeness,

just someone who really,

Listens to all that you are saying?


Do you ever think about meaning?

Fact, fable, or faith,

that God is there,

waiting, longing, loving?


Do you ever wait

In silence, supplication, surrender,

to catch the whisper, the butterfly kiss of,

I AM.

He is the I AM who carefully places the shattered pieces of my messed up brokenness ever so tenderly back in the puzzle.  He is the I AM who breathes peace in and around my moments of absolute panic.


He is the I AM who makes sense of the senseless, who uncovers mystery, whose essence though in part Incomprehensible, reveals enough for me to take  just the next step and then the next, and then the one after that.


He is the I AM who tells me gently, lovingly, Be Still, Be Still...know I AM God.  In the silence, He can speak to me.


He is the I AM who hears my cries - of anguish, of lament, of sorrow.  He is the Great Shepherd - who picks me up when I am lost, wounded and weeping and carries me close - cuddles me, holds me next to His heart.


He is the I AM who creates meaning out of every circumstance, no matter how confounding.  The God who delights in faith offered to Him, tear-stained with questioning doubt though it may be...He treasures the faith I hold up to Him.


He is the I AM who waits, breath-held, for me to return from my meandering paths, the detours I sometimes take; He waits, longs for, loves me, even me!  His arms ever flung wide open to me - I run, run, mad dash now to Him and He - He catches me, lifts me up, and embraces me in His everlasting arms.

He is the I AM who while I am waiting, asking, seeking, and knocking asks for surrender.  It is the hardest thing I have to do - offer it all to Him, all my hopes,  all my dreams.  He resists the proud, but gives grace, beautiful, moment by moment grace to the humble.


He is the I AM who takes my face in His nail-scarred hands, and sweetly, gently, whispers, I AM.


The earth quakes, the thunder roars, the lightening pierces.


Nothing and no one can hold up or hold back the great I AM.


 And He, the great I AM holds me. 


Together.


He holds me together.