A Song Scribed in the Sierras

Amidst family, friends, and familiar sightings all around

The voice of God in my conscience was distant; nearly drowned

A spiritual gift had been bestowed upon me. Discernment I had not.

The petitions of loved ones to cultivate this talent I had practically forgot.

To get my attention, Providence positioned me in a secluded spot in the Sierras.

Surrounded by blooming, chirping, and verdant nature, which I once considered an error.

Alone and downcast I asked, "Lord, did I wrongly perceive your leading?"

I cried continually stating, "I petitioned Your guidance with pleading!"

Amongst the solitude of the mountains a still, small voice I began to hear.

Whispering into my mind saying, "Foster the gift I gave you in addition to your career."

Baffled on how to begin. Reluctant about revealing my griefs.

Professing to be a Christian, yet many times not following through on my beliefs.

On the surface, it appeared that my relationship with God was in tact.

But within my heart the Enemy, that father of lies, continued to attack.

To unmask my unhappiness before the world, was something I refused to do.

Until the Lord disclosed, "Tiffani, your story isn't all about you.

Many are in your predicament. Lessons can be learned as you share your story.

When you chronicle your narrative and publish it, it's Me who will receive the glory."

Gathering paper and pen. Throughout the years, its been arduous to write.

Yet, through perseverance and prayer, my song, written in the wilderness, has brought sheer delight.