… And now in vast, cold, empty space, alone.
Yet hidden deep within the grown-up heart,
A longing for the first world, the ancient one …
Then, from His place of ambush, God leapt out.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
That’s the mystery of us.
But then there’s the mystery of God,
lying in ambush,
waiting for the fulfillment of time,
the nexus of his grace and our vulnerability.
~Kathleen Mulhern “Hangs My Helpless Soul on Thee”
Sometimes, during a long night of fitful sleep,
when nothing makes sense and worry takes over,
I ponder the mystery of how our brains were made to wonder at all.
I long for a simpler time,
for clarity of purpose,
for laughter through tears,
for gratitude even in hard times.
Yet as I toss and turn,
I know my God lies in wait for me,
as He watches for the moment
when being ambushed is exactly what I need.