Hinds Feet on High Places
...love...
Words speak
Stories paint pictures
I have found the most beautiful merging of the three.
Hinds Feet on High Places. I have seen the title a hundred times on my mama's bookshelf, but I never even considered reading it... until the words of Habakkuk breathed hope into me. I can't not share this excerpt that I read today. It filled my dark places with color.
And then-in the dawn I saw him,
He whom my heart loveth so.
I found him, held him, and told him
I never could let him go. Cant. 3:1-5
Much-Afraid ceased trembling and said to herself, "I will go to the trysting-place, and see if he is waiting for me there." With scarcely a word to the watchmen she turned and hurried southward over the field where Craven Fear had met her toward the sheep pool. Almost forgetting that she was lame, she sped toward the distant trees which fringed the pool.
Just as the sky turned red above the mountains, the joyous babbling sound of cascading water reached her ears, and as she hurried forward Much-Afraid suddenly found a cascade of song pouring forth from her own heart. He was there, standing by the pool, looking toward her with the light of the sunrise shining on his face. As Much-Afraid stumbled toward him, he stepped quickly to her side and she fell at his feet sobbing, "O my Lord, take me with you as you said. Don't leave me behind."
"I knew you would come," he said gently, "but Much-Afraid, why were you not at the trysting-place last evening? Did you not hear me when I passed your cottage and called? I wanted to tell you to be ready to start with me this morning at sunrise, " As he spoke the sun rose fully over the peaks of the mountains and bathed them both in a lovely golden light.
"I'm here," said Much-Afraid, still kneeling at his feet, "and I will go with you anywhere."
Then the shepherd took her by the hand and they started for the mountains.
This is my story.
lvb
Words speak
Stories paint pictures
I have found the most beautiful merging of the three.
Hinds Feet on High Places. I have seen the title a hundred times on my mama's bookshelf, but I never even considered reading it... until the words of Habakkuk breathed hope into me. I can't not share this excerpt that I read today. It filled my dark places with color.
And then-in the dawn I saw him,
He whom my heart loveth so.
I found him, held him, and told him
I never could let him go. Cant. 3:1-5
Much-Afraid ceased trembling and said to herself, "I will go to the trysting-place, and see if he is waiting for me there." With scarcely a word to the watchmen she turned and hurried southward over the field where Craven Fear had met her toward the sheep pool. Almost forgetting that she was lame, she sped toward the distant trees which fringed the pool.
Just as the sky turned red above the mountains, the joyous babbling sound of cascading water reached her ears, and as she hurried forward Much-Afraid suddenly found a cascade of song pouring forth from her own heart. He was there, standing by the pool, looking toward her with the light of the sunrise shining on his face. As Much-Afraid stumbled toward him, he stepped quickly to her side and she fell at his feet sobbing, "O my Lord, take me with you as you said. Don't leave me behind."
"I knew you would come," he said gently, "but Much-Afraid, why were you not at the trysting-place last evening? Did you not hear me when I passed your cottage and called? I wanted to tell you to be ready to start with me this morning at sunrise, " As he spoke the sun rose fully over the peaks of the mountains and bathed them both in a lovely golden light.
"I'm here," said Much-Afraid, still kneeling at his feet, "and I will go with you anywhere."
Then the shepherd took her by the hand and they started for the mountains.
This is my story.
lvb
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