stranger moment

there is a growing deepening sense

of being a stranger
that where I really belong

is somewhere else

a hearing of a louder and louder voice
calling
come away

and when I ask
where

the answer is always
with Me

there is a risk of following
into the unknown
and in this incredible vulnerability
a choosing

intentionally
deliberately
to make myself vulnerable
and walk in that vulnerability

and I recall the moment

when God told Moses
to throw down the one thing

he still held in his hand

nothing to offer

except my uselessness
and my choice to be with Him
the choice that no one but Him

is likely to put any value on

even when I have no stillness of my own

to bring to Him
I can be met by God

in His stillness

eventually that stillness

becomes part of me