Lord, how heavily Your dove flies through the unpredictable storms of life. Though I search for a place to find rest, there is none without You. Jesus, reach out Your hand to pull me into Yourself. Within the cozy confines of the ark of prayer, my fearful soul is assured. When I have flown as far as I could in this life, would You invite me to the mercy of Your Kingdom? How my heart finds sweet solace in knowing that I will be received by my Savior’s hand. How my soul delights to realize the Spirit’s internal compass directs my flight into Your outstretched arms. With nothing but the twig of an olive branch befitting a life dedicated to my Lord, I return to You in completion of the tasks assigned. Let my reward be Your glorification, Lord. Under the Word of truth given in Psalm 32:6-7 and the authority of Christ Jesus.
Therefore, let everyone who is godly pray to You in a time
when You may be found;
Surely in a flood of great waters they will not reach him.
You are my hiding place; You preserve me from trouble;
You surround me with songs of deliverance.
Psalm 32:6-7, NASB