Not Mine to Wield
– I used to think He gave me power
– like a tool in hand
– like a sword to swing
– like a gift to steward well
– But He’s been showing me
– it’s not mine to wield
– not shared credit
– not borrowed glory
– not a partnership of equals
– It’s Him – all Him – in me, yes but not from me
– not sourced in effort
– not sustained by discipline
– not activated by belief
– Just Him – moving – being – doing
– And me? – I’m the witness
– the body present
– the child learning to trust
– not in my ability to imitate
– but in His ability to be
– He’s not teaching me how to do
– He’s teaching me how to depend
– not how to stand strong
– but how to be still
– not how to rise
– but how to rest
– Because anything that moves me – away from full dependence
– is a counterfeit
– a shadow
– a whisper of self
– trying to dress up as faith
– But faith is not performance
– faith is presence
– faith is surrender
– And the power?
– It’s not lent – not delegated – not mine to wield
– It’s Him – always Him – forever Him
very beautiful poem