The Road

Where Patience Walks & Rest Waits

Jeremiah 6:16

Thus says the Lord:

“Stand by the roads,

and look, and ask for

the ancient paths,

where the good way is;

and walk in it,

and find rest for your souls.”

The Road

I’ve been on this road longer

than I want to admit—

Not because I’m brave,

but because I’m stubborn.

And maybe somewhere deep,

I believe He’s still working on me

even when I don’t see the fruit.

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And I often wonder

what it would be like to walk away…

to choose a different road,

to carry a lighter load.

But when I try,

This pain,

It cripples me

An ache in my chest

my heart bound by anxiety,

beating too fast to rest.

——

Some days

I pray for escape,

other days

I beg for understanding.

But always, I wait.

Not passively,

but painfully—

like someone

who’s been promised rain

in the middle of a drought.

——

Most days I fall

to the weight of to-do lists,

Calendars that steal from me

the gifts You’ve already given:

borrowed time,

family that loves,

a sound mind,

a community that comes close.

——

I keep showing up.

Not because I have strength,

but because patience

is teaching me

how to love—

what I don’t yet hold.

How to trust—

what hasn’t happened yet.

How to bleed—

without bitterness.

——

To say the least, God,

you’ve blessed me

And when I loosen my grip,

Your grace carries the weight.

Teaching my clenched fists to loosen

I let go–

and what falls are chains

That once held me hostage

lies telling me my worth

was found anywhere but You.

So I rest.

——

This isn’t easy.

But God never asked for easy.

He asked for faith.

So I walk.

And I wait.

And I believe

that even this road,

with all its cracked silence,

is leading me Home.

——

I yoke myself to You,

learn from You—

humble and gentle.

You meet me,

arms outstretched.

You hold me

until my restless soul

finds the stillness

the world can’t give.

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Last Embers:

Patience. Rest.

Two roads.

One Savior.

We walk. We wander.

We stumble. We wait.

We carry what breaks us.

We release what holds us.

And with every step—

whether slow or strong,

whether lost or led—

we find our way

back to the One

who walked it first.

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Written in collaboration:

beneath the flowers & Jay Fisher