The Sweet & Terrifying

This is the beautiful and wrenching season.

This is the sweet and terrifying season.

He won’t silence the winds.

There I see Him walking on waves that frighten me to my core.

His hand with its bright scar reaches for me most gently, most tenderly.

The slosh of water beneath my feet –

This water should never have been able to carry me.

But here I am, wading, swishing timidly through this soul-storm

Into the sea where I know not the depths below,

Nor can I see the sky above.

All I can see are those eyes –

The eyes of the Kindest One I know.

By Samantha Lindholm

October 27, 2013

These Things

These things are always different than I expect.
They're never like Disney movies -
Which wrap themselves up so cleanly by the end
And which make so much chronological sense.

These things tug and pull and tangle the heartstrings -
And the only way out is Up
For the eyes of Love are well acquainted with this journey.
He has climbed the Great Mountains of the Heart
And led so many others over them time and time again.

These things - yes, even these things -
Will refine my Fearing heart into Grace and Glory.

Written by Samantha Lindholm
October 12, 2013

Reflections on my personal journey - paralleled with the journey described in Hannah Hurnard's "Hinds' Feet on High Places"

It Came that Day

It came that day like a raindrop on her window.

She never anticipated the way it would crawl down, curling and transparent,

And join the other droplets.

She did not foresee the conjuncture of so many streams

That would marry and move in one direction –

Moved by the ever-present wind.

It came that day like the twirling vapors of her breath upon the cold air.

She never anticipated how brief and swirling it would be,

A jubilant dance upward and away –

How this season would melt into another

And the sleep of snow would be washed away.

It came that day like the sweet chiming of a bell tower on the spring breeze,

Telling time through song, shimmering tones

That one could feel riding on the wind like foam on the waves of the sea.

It came that day like a man watching his watch –

He was so ready for the time to arrive that he couldn’t see the movement all around him,

The steady current of faces and feet transecting his path.

It came that day when the Temporal passed away

And Eternity came storming in.

New time and times begin.

Written by Samantha Lindholm

October 5, 2013