I Spin in Circles

 

I spin in circles…

Not as a young child twirls
Not as a lovely yellow umbrella between the fingers of a lady
But as a dry blanket of dust, searching for my soul to be made full.

I look over my shoulder…

Wanting to be appreciated by my peers
Wanting to be admired by strangers and those who know me well
But I find emptiness in my efforts.

I drop to my knees…

Alone, empty and seeking

I lift my eyes upward…

Feeling peace and calm
Feeling the rest that only giving your cares over can bring
And I find my value rests in Him alone

Comments

[Mary Thompson]

Rest and know you are loved, beloved, and treasured not for just for what you do effortlessly, for who you are naturally, but also for everything you struggle with.