harbor me.

Week 31.

So, I was doing some cleaning.  Removing things from my pictures and documents and inbox... just stuff I dont want to run into by accident anymore.  And of course, I got distracted looking through some of it.

And gosh...  how quickly do memories course the pain...  the confusion, uncertainty, regret...

And I was listening to a cd that I had just gotten in the mail from Aubrey.  And the next song came on:
"Lift me up from the ashes, of my hearts own shallow grave.  Spare my body from the wolves, God, that crouch down at my door.  Lift me up above the waters and the sharks that guard your shore.  I know that I need you... Harbor me in the eye of the storm, I’m holding on to love you swore..." 

The afternoon sky outside had been darkening, and finally the clouds opened up.  Lightning.  Thunder.  And tropical torrent.  I opened the doors and windows to let the cool wind blow through.
Tears fell.  Rain poured.  His grace falling from heaven.  And this little sheep felt so harbored.

And I grabbed my camera to capture the grace-moments of the storm.