Grounded, or rooted?

It’s so much easier
Now in this time
of pandemic
To‘sit with our feelings’
when we feel down

But the truth is
We don’t want to
be with them 24/7
linger on the nuances
examine all angles

We have less distraction
but moredistance
Less busyness
but also less bon
ding

We have time to ground
ourselves
To practice life enriching skills
To use our senses – bring us
into the moment

But what am I
grounded to?
What am I sensing?

I need to hear the bird’s song
Smell the fragrant nectar
Feel the grass under my feet
All written, designed, textured
by You

None of this matters
if I am not
Rooted
Anchored
Held
Loved
by You, my Lord

 

This moment

O, Lord, you know me so well
You know exactly when I fall asleep
  and the moment I wake in the morning
Because you created me 
  you know my traits and personality 
  my quirks and longings
  even my unspoken thoughts 
You love me so much, my God 
You created me for a purpose
  even though I can’t always see it 
You surround and protect me
  and you walk with me 
But sometimes I forget your love 
I try to run away from your presence 
But where could I go? 
  If I go to Finisterre – you are there
  If I go to the moon or Mars
  or down into the Mariana Trench
  even if I hide in the Mammoth Caves
  – you are there with me Lord
I can’t escape your living, loving presence
  not even when I am in hellish despair
Will you guide me to trust you more deeply?
Not to hold onto regrets and what ifs
  nor to fear the unknown future
  but to live for today – this moment
  this life-sustaining breath

© Heath Cassidy 2019

Cape Finisterre peninsula on the west coast of Galicia, Spain. It was believed to be the end of the known world in Roman times. (Latin finis terrae, meaning “end of the earth”)

Psalm 139: 7-10 (NIV) Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.

Believing the truth

I am still Your beloved child
today
The difference is
I think
I believe it
now

Slowly it is dawning
as Truth
trickling into my soul
Nearly
but not quite
as certain as the sunrise

Grow a beautiful soul
in me
To bring Your warmth
and healing
to all

© Heath Cassidy 2018

Your child

Psalm 143:8 “Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I entrust my life.” (NIV)

A new day
A new way
of being
me

Trying to
live the life
I’m called to
Waiting on You

I am Your
child
Always
childlike

No longer
unsure
insecure
Held by You

© Heath Cassidy 2018

Handmade

Isaiah 45:12 (NIV). “It is I who made the earth and created mankind on it.”

Designed
Intentionally planned
Not a mistake
Created to be complex
Unique and special
Breathed into existence
Prayed over
Handmade

© Heath Cassidy 2018

Hope and a new beginning

If only it was
whole
unbroken
perfect
How it would
please the eye
shout of
Ultimate Creation
But, you see
it is
darkness
destruction
even death
to self
That hatches
the songbird
Hope of new Life
rooted in You

© Heath Cassidy 2017

Waiting

Ezekiel 34:11-12 (NIV). “For this is what the Sovereign Lord says: I myself will search for my sheep and look after them. As a shepherd looks after his scattered flock when he is with them, so will I look after my sheep. I will rescue them from all the places where they were scattered on a day of clouds and darkness.”

San: The earliest hunter-gatherers in southern Africa

LORD, you have been pursuing me
not chasing, but following
Patiently, like the San
tracking a wounded eland
not to kill
but to save

Waiting for the time
I would realise
how fragile
how weak
I was

Have I finally
stopped.
running.
Have I given who I am
to Your embrace
fully
wholly
entirely
surrendered?

© Heath Cassidy 2017