Living in lack yet full of faith holding on to the Masters hand. Walking on unknown ground by His grace,  I go through heart singing in his comfort. Comfortable enough in his arms to cry when I need to.  Singing because want him to know that I feel him near me. Not the darkness of the land nor the emptiness of my home can tear me away. The pains that have walked through trying to make a home here rebuked and healed. They flee when the light of God’s love comes flooding in. I stand straight and tall. Knowing that my roots are anchored in Holy ground and rivers of living water feed them. Hope that a is gift of faith, that is as eternal as His love and grace are all I need to grow. Looking ahead taking life one step at a time watching His eyes, as they guide me to my place in his plan. All I have longed for are mine, and in his perfect timing will it come. That which he gives is perfect and right. Nor shall I find used and broken things but that which is shiny and new illuminated by the love in which it was given.