The Lord has called me from the womb; from the matrix of my mother he has made mention of my name.

This is the frame around my life. This is the big picture within which all the other snapshots and movies are contained. He is my creator. He knew my mom. He knew my calling and what I would be called. He knew the contention over my name that my family would have. He knew I would also despise it until I learned he was the decider of me.

He made my mouth like a sharp sword. In the shadow of his hand he has hidden me. He made me a polished shaft; in his quiver he hid me.

I see it sometimes. When I say things and see them land in people’s hearts. I did not feel hidden. I felt targeted. The polishing that has brought me closer to alignment to him has been hard. Is this what being hid in his quiver feels like? Or is it that I have made it harder when my view is obscured by things other than love?

He calls me his servant. He says I will glorify him. And I will see that my works are in vain. I will see I have spent my strength. To discover. That my real reward is him.

What he has said, he shall do. If he put it in me, it is true. All I know, is that when I am in my right mind, I just have to have more of him. Whatever path takes me there, I will choose.