There's punctuation of power in this word, again. I'm on a swing, flying out across this great expanse of Again - from negativity to gratitude, from death to life. And I am the ball on the string, a pendulum deciding where to throw my weight.
I wake up weary, again. And I wake up again to mercies flowing fresh.
We fight, again. And we forgive, again.
I wound my beautiful, scarred Savior again. And again, he loves without drawing lines in the sand, without pulling back the way I do when I'm wounded.
Again I do the thing I don't want to do, say the thing I don't want to say, act out the person I don't want to be. And again, I recall that there is enough grace here to show me another way, to remind me that I am not this. That I am still being made new.
Again, I feel the crush of fear. And here again, I open the door to trust and watch the fear drop off with each small step, crushed beneath my feet.
I hunger again for what I do not receive. And again, in the dark of the night, I come and rest in the arms of the one whose love alone satisfies the endless ache.
It's a swaying, a pulling, sometimes a leaping, a healing and hoping word, this again.
How it can swing around, full circle, and we spin our heads around this panoramic view with wonder, with words so few.
Linking up with Lisa-Jo and the Five-Minute Friday community for today's post "Again."