The Inn (Running in the Rain)

It's been a long time since I posted anything. So much has happened, and if I were to tell it all Blogger might malfunction or the post might go on for eternity. Well, not quite. I hope to start blogging more, and to describe life in Germany and the things we've done and the lessons God has been teaching me.

But right now I want to share something in particular. I recently felt the need to write something, anything, one night. There are those times when you just need some time for creative expression. For me, this usually becomes an offering of worship to God. 

I sat on the windowsill with pen and paper in hand, with a headlamp to illumine the night. As I poured out my heart to God, a precious nightly routine, a picture flashed in my mind's eye. Quickly, I tried to capture it in words. The picture is a story, and for me the person in the picture story was myself, and I know God used it to teach me and bless me. In reality, though, I believe it tells the story of every Christian's experience in the rainstorms of life.

Read it carefully and prayerfully. Close your eyes and see the picture. 

I believe you will find yourself in the story.

I really do.

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The Inn

I'm running

Over hills of green, with clouds above

A thunder crash spurs me on

As sky touches earth with rain

The masses above, rolling, enfolding

Black like midnight ink

A flash lights my way

Fading in the misty grey

I'm soaking

Clothes plastered to my skin

I look behind and hurry on

I search, look for the place

Where shelter may be found

Beneath the leafy green

To hide, from storm unseen

I'm tired

The distance stretches on

The pounding of my weary feet

Along the path, echoing

The beating of my heart

With short, panting breath

Pausing for a rest

I'm kneeling

Who cares about the mud

Rain and mist swirl around

No song of bird, nor snap of twig

To break the stillness now

I bow my dripping head

And hear a voice, instead

I'm here

Get up, go on My child

Don't stay here in the rain

For just ahead, o'er one more hill

Awaits a little Inn

It's safe and dry

There now, don't cry

I'm walking

The rain begins to cease

And sun lights up the path

My hand in His, we reach the top

Look, I see the Inn!

He, smiling, urges me

So I run, eagerly

I'm running

Valerie Jacobson

June 12, 2013