I hiked up to the P tonight in a solemn retreat of mine and found myself in the midst of abundant life, and so I picked off various blades of grass and other plants that are prospering, wanting a memory of tonight. Yet as I hiked down I realized these blades of grass will only be green for a short time before they will wither away and die, for they are away from their source of life. I am these blades of grass, without my source of life, Christ, I wither away...and as I head into uncharted territory in just about every realm, how much more necessary is it that I remain rooted to Christ, my source in only whom life I can find...
I’m wondering why no matter how hard I try
To seek and find the fullness of life
It always leaves me unsatisfied
And there I lift my eyes and seek
The One, in His presence, leaving me meek
Falling on my knees, in silent tears I weep
In all this wondering my heart cries out for more than I’ve seen
More than I know, more than all I need
I realize that no longer can this world satisfy me
For I am a chosen one, a Daughter of the King
His abundant blessings I must keep
And there the fullness of life I will find
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