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   Facing what feels like the last leg of the journey,
      I stand at another crucial crossroads ~

~ I sense Your presence surrounding & within me,
   & long for the freedom to follow completely ~

~You reveal to my spirit something I've sensed for ages,
     but now am beginning to finally understand ~
  
  ~That this place of total abandon approaching
         is the parting of my own Red Sea,
         & You living Your life through me,
        rather than me trying to live like You
   is the key to my deliverance from every captivity ~  
  
       You are the firstborn of many brethren,
     called-out ones, separated for Your purposes,
        conformed to Your image,& Your likeness,
      meant to discover & live in Your will for us,
       & we're not to be conformed this world ~
                       ~*~*~*~*~*~
           Taken back once more to see
             The things that once drew me,
                now they only hurt me,      
                   & I am undone
                      in the face of
                       such brutal honesty.
                             ~*~*~*~
        You're standing on the road, waiting,
          even when I've grieved you away,
             even when I've run, again,
                    You call for me, & reveal
              where the pillar of fire leads,
                    & how the cloud is
                         protecting,
                             covering,
                       allowing us to rest
                      even in our wanderings~
                               *~*~*
              Forty long years, they circled,
                I've been spinning around
        since I left behind Egypt 16 years ago,
         { ~it's still having it's tenacles loosened~}
           for these 40 years of being prepared
                 for milk & honey to flow,
                     I weep in the face
                         Of the realization
       then my sin's been allowed to interfere again,
                       {& then I run
               from where I'm so drawn to go!}

                    So here I am now,
             feeling a breakthrough coming,
         so many recent ones preparing my heart
            to be broken, once more & forever
           with what breaks my Father's heart~

      My own concerns, though they weigh upon me,
           Are irrelevant, in light of  eternity,
             & what I know now is, finally,
                    it's not the truth,
                      but knowing it,
                             loving it,
                                  LIVING it
                                     that sets us free!

      Wandering's finally coming to an end,
             My Lord, My Saviour's now
                  my closest friend,
        all of the faith & hope I poured out
    towards those I turned to, in my darkness,
               before turning to Him
    has been seen for the idolatry that it was,
& the peace that I lost is returning now, because
  He's shown me He'll send whoever He knows is right
   to rebuke or encourage, or help me stand & fight
  the powers of darkness that He's already conquered,
           or maybe He'll send no-one,
              but His Son's here!
             & He's sent His Word!
& the fact that it's ALIVE's no longer lost on me,
        I turn to the light in the darkness,
              & can so clearly see
                  when I run towards Him,
                          consistantly,
   instead of away from Him, as I kept on doing,
    He heals my wounds, pours on the Balm of Gilead,
     takes things that used to once make me so sad
          & gently weaves them into my lifes tapestry
                   for my heart to accept
                           when it's purpose I see,
          & the desert heat no longer fries my brain,
               in the covering He provides,
                   where He heals my pain
                      & washes me clean,
                       & I drink in the rain,
    &  the answers I hungered for come, one by one,
          & my self-sufficiency is slowly undone,
               & upon entering in,                      
                    staying has become
                       the solution I most needed,
                                 on this road
                             through the wilderness
                                    to freedom~
                                       *~*~*
                                         ~By Anastazia Rowe~