Someday This Will All Be Real

Opening up old notebooks is like discovering treasure, because I'll read things in them that draw to remembrance the special times of each season. By "special", I don't exactly mean "wonderful", as much as I mean "different from the usual". Each season of our lives can have many different aspects to them and often times I forget what that season was like until I read something that I wrote. 

Because I write what is. And looking back on what I wrote, I can perceive what was. This gives me a greater awareness of what at this present moment is-occurrring and draws my mind to God's faithfulness through what has-occurred. 

Just this evening I sat down to write in an old notebook. I opened it up to a page that had a poem on it, one that I'd composed back in April. It was quite something to observe the changes that have occurred and the goodness that God displayed to me through that hard time. I want to share it with you all as a testimony of God's goodness...because I am no longer storm tossed like I was then and He pulled me through. And if you're going through something hard or trying, well, there is a Light that shines through darkness, and He is the keel upon which we are to build the hull and all the rest of our ship. I hope it's encouraging to you. :) 

Someday This Will All Be Real

There is no respite from my troubles

They crash upon me every day

There's only Jesus and my prayers

Everything else looks rather grey.

I am the hull, He is the keel

Someday this will all be real. 

Sometimes there is sunshine

But that will leave us too

Mostly it's just cloudy

Underneath the blue.

I am the hull, He is the keel

Someday this will all be real. 

My Foundation is forever,

And through sinking sand,

Amidst the trials and the heartbreaks,

My Jesus and I will stand.

I am the hull, He is the keel

Someday this will all be real. 

I find my courage growing

When I think about my Home

But for now Jesus is showing

The way that real faith does come.

I am the hull, He is the keel

Someday this will all be real. 

My heart is at peace,

It is well with my soul

As I face the stormy seas

Onto Jesus I will hold

I am the hull, He is the keel

Someday this will all be real. 

When the hurt numbs my senses

He is my Treasure, my shining Gold

In His presence I let down my defenses,

For the entrance of joy untold. 

I am the hull, He is the keel

And someday, this will all be real.