Fog, Hollows, Found

Somewhere a dog barked loud.

She looked across fields.

There's always something barking loud in you that you need a bigger field.

A better job, a bigger house, a greater life, a grander point.

There's always a part of you that wonders if anything you do matters enough.

And there's always someone who makes sure you know how much smarter and wiser, bigger and better, known and greater they are.

There's always someone who snatches the horn to sing too loud of their own tens of thousands.

She had to remember to tell herself that: The ones keeping tally in life just want to know they count.

Everyone wielding their own horn just wants to be held.

And Jesus, He stretched His arms out to the whole world.

Who wants the love of a Messiah more than the lauding of men?

She could do this: When the world strives - the wise still. It's the only way to feel God's embrace.

The whole world could compete to be heard and esteemed and known and get ahead. She didn't have to. She could breathe deep and feel all of her filling with this calm sea of peace.

You can give up the need to compete in the world - when you accept being complete in Christ.

Sometimes the way to win is to never enter the race.

She stood there listening to the frogs croaking, song filling all the spring sky.

She just stood there...

She needn't be heard...because she was known.

The fog settled down in the hollow, a veil hiding the woods away. Behind it somewhere the frogs sang on...

She was found.

 (from Ann Voskamp's "A Holy Experience," with pictures by Indie Grace)