The Promenade

⁶"Is not this the fast that I choose:
    to loose the bonds of wickedness,
   to undo the straps of the yoke,
to let the oppressed go free,
   and to break every yoke?
⁷Is it not to share your bread with the hungry
   and bring the homeless poor into your house;
when you see the naked, to cover him,
    and not to hide yourself from your own flesh?
⁸ Then shall your light break forth like the dawn,
    and your healing shall spring up speedily;
your righteousness shall go before you;
    the glory of the LORD shall be your rear guard.
⁹Then you shall call, and the LORD will answer;
   you shall cry, and he will say, 'Here I am.'
If you take away the yoke from your midst,
    the pointing of the finger, and speaking wickedness,
¹⁰ if you pour yourself out for the hungry
   and satisfy the desire of the afflicted,
then shall your light rise in the darkness
   and your gloom be as the noonday.
¹¹And the LORD will guide you continually
   and satisfy your desire in scorched places
   and make your bones strong;
and you shall be like a watered garden,
   like a spring of water,
   whose waters do not fail.
¹² And your ancient ruins shall be rebuilt;
   you shall raise up the foundations of many generations;
you shall be called the repairer of the breach,
   the restorer of streets to dwell in.
Isaiah 58 6-12

My self is not bent towards God's Ways. I want things to go my own way. Wonder why I am not happy? fulfilled?  walking in love? and faithfulness.... It's not going to happen according to my agenda. This here is the Lord's idea of life lived. This life I long to live must be lived His way.  The peace. The healing. It is there. That feeling I long for. My Creator's way. If I am going to find all that fills, I must go to the well. I must drink deep of a life called. Reach outside me. Hushing selfish desires and endless consuming passions. I look to love. Will I touch another with the same loving kindness I long for? I smile. He is here. He knows my heart. He wants to use me. He is such a lover. He loves me. He woos me to His goodness with His kindness. With red sky tonight. I look in awe. The evergreen in porch pots. I inhale the scent and savor. The cherub's grin. I Thank God and snuggle her neck. I find blessing in giving blessing. I am thankfulness. I become it.