Prone to wander.

Lord, I feel it.

Prone to leave the God I love.

Tempted to dive headfirst into the waves of the world.

Without consideration of the fact that I’ll never be able to stay afloat.

But I still try.

The struggle seems so empowering at first, like I am making my own way.

But who am I fooling?

I just do what others say.

So instead of swimming, I am tossed about. Ironically, losing all sense of direction when control was the very thing I sought out.

You see, I am driftwood.

People may see me, and they will wonder,

“Where have you been? Undoubtedly, far to many places. And your once strong branches have seen better days.”

What they won’t understand is...

The riptide of doubt

The waves of insecurity

And the ever-strong current of temptation that has carried me so far out to sea.

But what they will never appreciate about Driftwood, is that it will always return to shore.

It will come back home.

As I wash up on the rocks, I feel the warmth of the sun.

It never disappeared…

But I was too fixated on the cold water surrounding me to see the light that was shining, just as bright as ever, inviting me back to rest on the sun-soaked sand.

I won’t look very pretty.

A little splintered and cracked.

But if you pick me up, I’ll be smooth to the touch, another layer of pride peeled back.

Ready to tell a story of where I’ve been and what I’v learned the hard way.

Ready to sing about the grace that has brought me home.

And finally, to rest on the shore.

To rest in His love.

Here's my heart Lord

Take and seal it