Trust at the hitching post

Back and forth goes the brush, smoothing months of winter tangles on the back of a young horse. My friend is patient, gentle. The horse stands still at the post, soaking up the love.
There is no "trust" that compares to the relationship between a girl and her horse. He is tamed by her affection. She is tamed by his willing heart.

I have been the brute beast tangled in winter's coat, protecting myself from the cold. Softly, tenderly, you draw me out into the vulnerable places, the painful places. Brushing through all these tangles is hard work. But you are teaching me to stand still at the post, to feel your love in the brushing, to wait for that moment we can walk together as one.
When my soul was embittered,when I was pricked in heart, I was brutish and ignorant; I was like a beast toward you. Nevertheless, I am continually with you; you hold my right hand. You guide me with your counsel, and afterward you will receive me to glory. Whom have I in heaven but you? And there is nothing on earth that I desire besides you. My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. For behold, those who are far from you shall perish; you put an end to everyone who is unfaithful to you. But for me it is good to be near God; I have made the Lord GOD my refuge, that I may tell of all your works. (Psalm 73:21-28 ESV)


Yes, my heart and flesh may fail, but, my God, you never will. I am just old enough now to know that I have nothing mastered, despite previous suppositions. Just old enough to see that faith is an iceberg, and I am precariously perched on the narrow top although there is a deep foundation I will not see this side of heaven. When the doubts come, when I am stuck in the "not good enough" and "better off without me" trains of thought, I must remember the vastness of what you've built in me, even if it is submerged under your ocean of Grace and invisible to me. It is there, that foundation. Oh, soul, cling! Cling to the promises, for a new day is coming!


I need you to soften my heart
to break me apart
I need you to open my eyes
to see that you're shaping my life
All I am
I surrender

Give me faith to trust what you say
that you're good and your love is great
I'm broken inside, I give you my life

I need you to pierce through the dark
and cleanse every part of me

I may be weak
but Your spirit's strong in me
My flesh may fail
My God you never will
~Give Me Faith, Elevation Worship~




8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Beautiful. The photos and the writing. I'm visiting from FaithBarista. Reading everyone's posts on Trust has been very therapeutic for me today.

Katie said...

Thank you Genevieve for this reminder to trust all of me when life seems so hard. Coming over from Faith Barista's jam.

Beth in NC said...

Thank you for visiting me Genevieve. I love the way your record your heart! Beautiful! Yes, a new day is coming and His mercies are new each day! God loves you so much!

Love,
Beth

Mandy said...

Such a beautiful song, Genevieve. And beautiful words here too. Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I'm loving the Faith Jam community.

Renee said...

Love your photos and your words here are poewrful. I appreciate you sharing your journey, challenging as it is...

Unknown said...

Genevieve Marie, when you were a little girl you illustrated this verse for me. I loved it and posted it on the kitchen wall in Grand Forks. Unbeknownst to me, it pricked and encouraged hearts. Carol C. was honest enough to talk with me about it! How I loved you AND her! And Sue, too! And Melanie, too! Love, love, love was busy in that little rental house with all those college kids! And a very worn out young father and professor!

Anonymous said...

Thank you for encouraging writing! I connected with the brute beast before the Lord. I grew up reading girl-and-horse books.

Turquoise Gates said...

I would love to hear, when you have the time, how it affected them...in what ways they changed because of it. I have such memories of that house! It was the last house I felt like I was "me" in...the house in the woods unfortunately got lumped in with the evil that happened there.

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