A Turning

Eyes down, fists clenched… again.

Not at the world, but myself.

It’s hard to see clearly through a blanket of shame.

It’s heavy and ill-fitting.

How did I get here… again?

Striving, self-doubt, disappointment.

My entire worth hanging on the mood of a child.

The Accuser’s voice gets loud.

But then, the shadow lifts.

The Accuser has over-played his hand.

This is not who I am.

The Father’s voice is stronger.

He comes in close and reminds me of who I am.

I am the child hiding under a blanket,

He comes in to meet me.

Gently lifting it off, and the light floods in.

I know who He is.

I know who I am.

My confidence restored; my joy returns.

I turn my face to Thee.