This Journey I Am On


This Journey I Am On

I am learning to trust You
In even greater degrees
Than I ever have before.

You are revealing more
Of Your vast and eternal
Abiding Love for me.

It is such a beautiful thing.
I am in awe of You
And all that You are teaching me.

I stand amazed
And forever changed
By the touch of Your hand.

​I know that You will never leave me alone.
You will never walk off
And leave me stranded
In this journey I am on.

​I have so many doubts,
But You are greater than all of them.
You gently lead me
Into the full knowledge of the truth.

​When I am weak,
You are my Strength.
When I am hurting,
You are my Comfort.

When I am angry,
You listen to my outcry.
You calm my fears
and soothe my soul.
You are my Healing Balm.

​I need never fear
That You will change
Your mind about me.
You have promised
That You will finish
The work You have began.

There’s no need for me to beg You
Because You want to be with me
Even more than I want to be with You.
Your Love for me is greater
Than I could ever return.

​My faith in You is growing
Slowly and steadily.
I am learning to trust You
Without question.
I am learning to obey You
Without hesitation.

It is a process.
I am so very thankful
That You have vowed
To be with me the whole way through.

​My memories are painful and deep
But You are deeper still.
They take me to the edge
But You lift me up on eagle’s pinions.

I am safe and protected
Underneath Your wings.
You protect me as a mother eagle
Protects and defends her young.
Surely no foe,
No matter how fierce,
Can touch me there.

​I am not,
Nor will I ever be,

~ Laurie Pontious-Andrews

About unabashedhope

The name Unabashed Hope comes from my favorite poem by Emily Dickinson. Unabashed means not embarrassed, disconcerted or ashamed. I believe Emily's poem, Hope is the Thing with Feathers, says it best: Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.

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