Decide Now

I sit with Him and I sit with Him

and I seek His face

and I sit with Him.

Mostly, there is Quiet.

It is, I suppose, simply a season of

sit with Him.

And yet.

"I am Strong," He says.

"Be My Strength," He says.

I make a choice to, when I go walking.

I clothe myself with it,

with strength, and dignity.

I laugh, without fear.

Except in the Quiet,

in the sitting,

I can hear what is being revealed in my spirit:

Am I really truly actually willing?

To live His Kingdom Call?

"Decide now," He says.

Strongly.

In fact, I hear:

His Voice Thunders Through All Of Heaven.

"Decide now, 

decide now,

decide now.

My darling darling girl."

It is a choice I have,

that is clear.

It is, in fact, my decision.

What will I decide?

Because when I decide it,

that will be my Answer.

Can my deep calling to my Deep

decide any other thing than Him

and than His Way?

Lord, to whom shall we indeed go;

I have no answer,

but You and What You Say.

The Lord is my Shepherd;

I shall not want.

He makes me lie down in green pastures.

He leads me beside still waters.

He restores my soul.

He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil,

for you are with me;

your rod and your staff,

they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me

in the presence of my enemies;

you anoint my head with oil;

my cup overflows.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me 

all the days of my life,

and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord.

Forever.