tale of old

slow down my soul. i'm still as I write, my mind has never felt so heavy, yet now it is light. i sit here, breathe in the moment and thank God I get to pen these feelings that make me feel like i'm sinking. yet, when I write I start to feel like i'm swimming. swimming in oceans of your grace - in desperate need of your grace to calm the storm raging in me. worries flood in. waves are soaring around me. in the chaos - im stopping and breathing - this is where you show me I am seen.

still. still my soul. wait, as I retell a story of old. while it is a story, none of it is fiction, indeed, all of it is true. sometimes we need a reminder, so these stories can wash us anew as we recall what really matters. this is a story of a God who broke out of the heavens because they couldn't contain his grace. he came down from glory, humble and eager to save. as a little babe, he learned to live and play. eventually, he grew up, and that's when the news of who he is would erupt. out into the city streets he would go - from temple to synagogue preaching to show he is the Son of God… who can forgive sins… and would eventually die for all of them. he'd give us a blank slate even as spit from his accusers landed on his face. he healed many, did miracles, and drove out spirits that couldn't help but leave as they heard his name. he made people tremble, he cried tears of suffering and wiped other people's tears away.

he came to this earth to live, so we may know how much he knows and loves us. he knows how it feels to be like us. his love never fails, continues to rise from dawn to dusk. greatest display of love died on the cross. crucified, hung love.

perfect and blameless. no sin was on him, yet they sent for rugged men to kill him. spotless and true, the lamb of God crucified for the sins of all the world. came to bring his kids close, by his blood we know we are the ones he chose to walk hand in hand with him, to say yes to all of his commands, to obey when he says go.

this is the tale of old. Jesus loves you and he loves me too. his voice is the most beautiful to hold. listen close, because here he is. his whisper is close and his heart is present. to all that you are and all that you do. he wakes us up everyday, that we may awaken to a brand new day where we get to experience more of his saving grace.

let this tale of old, stir something in your soul. never forget it. think about it often. let this tale of old be held close. near to your heart, on your mind, and on your lips, so others may come to know the greatest story ever told.