Found.

Saitsfied.

 What does it mean to be satisfied? Can it be had if I tried? If I knew what I thought I wanted all along, and found said object to keep as my own, Then would I be okay, contented as it were? As if Satisfaction was climbing to the top of the earth. I’m lost amidst a sea of unanimous doubt, thinking as I’m lost, “well clearly i’m found!” I’m lost! I’m lost! But Lord you have found me, And the truth is those words hold O so much more meaning. To be found in my Saviour is my greatest of hopes, To be captivated and contented in Him and Him alone. I’m lost, O I’m lost. But in You, Lord, I’m found! I’ll be the resident if You’ll be the town. I’m lost, I’m found, O Lord, Im okay. ‘Cause safe in Your arms is where I’ll remain.

 

So, Tonight I find me at my kitchen table. With a thought on my mind. And once again my fingers lying in anticipation upon the keys, ( I suppose two of the greatest ways to get things out for me is on keys, through the warm tones of my upright Piano, or the cold unknowing keys of this laptop as I write.)

It seems my whole life I’ve gone from high to high, Satisfaction to satisfation. But none can really be called that cause the definition of the word is far from the picture this world has portrayed. Satisfaction is a son in the arms of a Father, A wedding day bride in the arms of her beloved, and an old wise fool in the arms of his helper after 52 years. But more than that Satisfaction is found in one self explanatory portrait. Ps 23

God is my Shepherd, I shall not want.

Am i satisfied in the presence and everlasting Love of my God, Maker, Savior, and Friend? Or placed even unkowingly in the hands of a less than perfect circumstance, a relationship, a home, or even a dream that never had anything to do with God?

Place your hope in God, O my soul, for He is my strength and Song.