still waters.

by Misty Dawn

His grace abounds in deepest waters.

still waters.

i love so much how the Lord does His mysterious work.

at times we can nearly feel Him carrying us through.

His hand.

His voice.

His power.

and His perfection.

other times we feel like we have to cling.

and even though we might feel like we’re grasping at nothing, we still cling.

we feel lost.

we feel a separateness from the world we can touch and see.

lost, but not wanting to go back from where we came.

and then He’ll show up again.

though He was never far at all.

He is our very breath.

He is our life.