A note from Barb — I love the vulnerability in the poetry by Just a Jesus Girl
This is sort of a reworking of a poem from about 14 years ago. I originally wrote it after picking through some of the Bible stories of the unlikeliest He called, including Gideon. I wrestled much with doubt then. My faith has been mightily stretched, of course, but I can admit thoughts written long ago still echo through the here and now…
Sometimes, I feel like Gideon,
Crouched down in the winepress,
Hiding out,
Quaking with anxiety.
I’ve never seen an angelic guest,
I confess,
Nor do I ever find myself with
Much wheat to thresh, 😏
Yet, there is a something in the
Story there
That sounds such a
Recognizable ring
Through the air…
Perhaps it’s his utter smallness,
From birth order to clan,
That meets me where I live,
Connects to where I am.
Perhaps it’s the “Who, me?”
Manner,
An imagined incredulity at the
Idea…
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This was a great poem!
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I agree….I love her stuff
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