Deep in those eyes are buried a record of my journey. I blink as some memories threaten to bring tears, I continue to look remembering every single step of my walk, to some thoughts I sigh to others I chuckle. What a journey! We did it together me and Him.
Subconsciously, my right hand , runs through my right leg. Slowly I touch each scar, there are several of them, they are all over, each reminding me that I am a conqueror, that the Lord is my strength . Suddenly I remember his promise and break out in a smile. Nothing seems to matter any more, not the grey hairs sprouting , not the lines on the face that act as map, telling it all.
I am the promise! I see promise in those eyes. God is within me, I will not fail, he will help me at break of day.
The Lord delights in me .