Engaging in the question,
I ask if God is speaking.
I watch for any clues
that He may be leaking.
Engaging in the move,
I dread the repeated packing.
I hope this is maturity,
no need for backtracking.
Engaging in the meet,
I listen as clear as I can.
I am walking in so alone,
then remember He has my hand.
Engaging in the land,
I seek the place He has for me.
No matter where it is,
Christ has set me free.

11-5-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)