Wednesday, January 7, 2009


I hate changes—
like when God rearranges
my tidy little blocks
and ungently rocks
my world apart.
But then I start
to see a new design-
a better one than mine-
emerge from all the mess,
and must sheepishly confess
I don’t know it all.

Though I weep and fall,
shaken to the core,
I get up off the floor
and place my trembling hand
in His to stand.

Cringing, stumbling,
crying, mumbling,
limping, bleeding,
empty, needing...

Love drags me, blindly,
to the Promised land.


Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. (James 1:17)

May the new year be full of the gifts of change for us all.


JRT said...


me, too.

carry on, lady.

You've got my prayers as well.

Our Family said...

My son thought this would make a good rap! (;

Kim Arnold said...

That's great!!!

Tell him to go for it!

(Actually, I am the author of a rap myself, famous in certain circles! Maybe I'll have to post it one day when we're all bored.)

tatiana said...

just awesome kim! can't wait 2 read your other rap.... :)

Ginny Evans said...

You are amazing Kim!!

Cristin said...

Kim, I have been reading your blog, with tears in my eyes and gratitude in my heart. You are an amazing woman and you and your family are in my prayers from now on. Thank you for sharing this story (I hadn't heard it until today). Please tell your beautiful daughter that I am thinking of her today. That she has made me stop and be grateful for every little thing I have done with my kids, every minute spent doing normal things with them.

God Bless you.