Witness

Why wouldn’t I? 

Why wouldn’t I cry out from head to toe my enthusiasm for Him? He loved me when I hated myself. He claimed my soul to be comfortable living in everlasting peace. He shares not only His ideas but His friends. 

Even though, and  I am ashamed to admit it, I have unsuccessfully tried to escape His lovingkindness, He pursues me as if we had never met. And once again is there, right there for me.
When I was wandering in darkness past His shining home, admiring all its beauty, even jealous of its amenities, He rushed out into the storms of my life to introduce Himself to me and ever so slowly walk me to His hearth and dressed me in dry, clean linens then led me to His kitchen table to partake of nourishment that not only satisfies my senses but all of my cravings.

He is the man who holds the very best statistics, the bank that owns all banks, the CEO of every worthy adventure. He includes me where I fit so I can glide through life and He fits me to be included in what He is doing. Each task is my desire and I pursue it with such gusto, I cannot escape a glance His way and say 'thank you.' Others peer at my life looking to see me hustle and bustle, but find me resting under a tree once ignored by Adam and Eve. There I watch, yes even witness, that the life from the fruit of that tree satisfies all needs, even the need to need.

Many ask me today, ‘why won’t you be quiet about Him’ and then I bow my head in shame realizing I have misrepresented Him and they have only heard words and missed my life.