Living held.
It's that thing I know in my head,
But forget in my heart.
I wake up trying,
Fall asleep wrung and worn.
Fall asleep wrung and worn.
Still the voice haunts,
"Not enough."
So I run faster.
Fall harder.
And beneath all this struggle
Is simply a heart
Longing to be held.
When did being held become a destination?
What if I am already held?
The truth soaks in slow,
Drowning out lies.
In Christ,
I. Am. Held.
Not because of my performance.
Because of His love.
I can rest.
All my running, performing
Will only take me farther
From His holding hands.
I can start here,
Held.
And when I go,
It will be with confidence.
No more chasing a mirage of approval.
My best is enough.
Because I know I am held.
My word of the year for 2017 has been "held." I'm trying to learn what it means to 'live held' in real life. It's threatening to change me in a hundred ways. And I guess I welcome that.
So I run faster.
Fall harder.
And beneath all this struggle
Is simply a heart
Longing to be held.
When did being held become a destination?
What if I am already held?
The truth soaks in slow,
Drowning out lies.
In Christ,
I. Am. Held.
Not because of my performance.
Because of His love.
I can rest.
All my running, performing
Will only take me farther
From His holding hands.
I can start here,
Held.
And when I go,
It will be with confidence.
No more chasing a mirage of approval.
My best is enough.
Because I know I am held.
My word of the year for 2017 has been "held." I'm trying to learn what it means to 'live held' in real life. It's threatening to change me in a hundred ways. And I guess I welcome that.
Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteWow! Thank you for these words!
ReplyDelete"When did being held become a destination? What if I am already held"
I needed that reminder...