Our house will never have a stateroom
An ode to RustleIf you are looking for perfection, for everything that is in order,
For a glorious stateroom filled with hushed silence.
You are looking in the wrong place.
If you think that is where we are going you are looking up the wrong path.
Rustle is an incubator of growth and where you have that,
Things are messy.
There are crayons all over, there are scribbles on the wall.
There are signs of spills on the floor.
Scuff marks on the door. Maybe a broken window or two.
You may see these as imperfections, but God does not.
What He sees is the LIFE, the HOPE and the GROWTH.
He sees a nursery.
And, oh! How he loves His babies.
He holds them in the palm of his hand.
His Holy Spirit hovers, brooding, as they grow.
And they will grow.
God's incubation is never in vain.
posted by Aphra @ 8/30/2015 05:01:00 PM
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