jericho

jericho

sometimes

you just have to keep

walking

run when you can

walk when you can

crawl when you have to

SHOUT at the wall 

to

   come

            tumbling

                          down

    in His Name 

jericho.

“you ain’t from around here, huh?”

that’s another way to say “you don’t belong.”

I’ve “not belonged” for 18 years now.

I’ve never felt I belonged even in my home town.

until Christ Community invited me to jump in the River

then God told us to move with the plant

it’s not till this moment that God was asking me to let Him plant me

back in the very community that said 

“you ain’t from around here, huh?”

Naw

I ain’t from around here.

I grew up in a trailer park in South Mississippi.

I’m still paying off student loans.

My earthly father rejected me.

every day I realize more and more how much I do not have figured out.

I’ve never been more uncomfortable than I have this past year coming to this particular place. Ichobad? I wanted to leave and not return. Nope: this is my Jericho- my sons’ birth rights. Our Canaan. 

I don’t have it figured out yet. I don’t know what or why or how.

I am Esther.

I am Joshua.

I am Rahab.

Running.

Walking.

Shouting.

Crawling.

Keep on.

He has marched around the hard wall of my heart 

and the walls 

fall

down