Today I am going to trust God enough
that I rest.
I don’t need to do anything.
I could do nothing for the rest of my life
and God would still love me.
I don’t know why
it is so hard to believe that,
when God himself became
a little baby
helpless in his mother’s arms
for us.
I don’t know why,
if I see him in my mind’s eye
lying there in a manger
and believe,
why I can’t as well believe
I could be a helpless
do-nothing child
and know his love.
Maybe that is why he had to show me,
because I don’t even know how to see
still.
[a breath cry]
