Whirlwind to Peace

The whirlwind,

Can you feel it?

The beating of your anxious heart,

Your chest tightening,

That feeling that creeps up from your belly to the top of your esophagus…

I can’t breathe.

My ears are warm and my eyes are wide open…

Hurry close them!

I spend so much time stuck in my head,

I’m reaching and asking Him to meet me here,

Hand in Hand,

Here I am Poppa,

Is it okay to cling to you in the darkness,

When the scary stuff creeps in?

My eyes are closed,

Am I safe?

You are here,

Let’s ride the waves together,

Struggling to find that gentle, calm space,

You are leading the way.

Walking side by side is where I want to be,

You are delighted in me,

You see more than I see,

The journey ahead is…

A hop, skip and a jump.

To play, to grow, to live and to love.

New adventures are coming,

Though I am scared,

I seek you.

On shaky ground,

I seek you.

Help me please,

To find peace in your presence.

There’s a Girl I know…

She is witty

A bright soul

Someone who loves no matter what

Who drops everything to pray for anyone on their behalf or in person

Loves Jesus

More than you know

She is so hard on herself

Seeks to make a difference and share her testimony

Big eyes, Big heart, Big Hopes…

A fighter

A warrior

A princess

She strives to be made whole in God.

She doubts who she truly is in the eyes of her Father.

She screams instead of surrendering to love.

She fears being hurt…

Because that is what she is used to.

But she does love the good shepherd.

Hugs can be warm and comforting.

She desires to be seen, known, heard and loved.

The journey continues on…

New beginnings, New changes…

To be aware of His Presence.

He knows her, He sees her, He loves her.

Love, Jumbled and a Tug

Life’s Purpose can be such a tug of war.

Lean into Him,

The push, the pull, the dark, the fire.

Lean into Him,

He Loves You.

He Loves You.

He Loves You.

He Loves You.

To learn and understand the truth,

Poppa is there.

Deep breath.

My heart, so heavy and broken.

Lean into Him.

Grief stricken,

Life’s trenches, hilltops and valleys,

Jumbled, Tangled web of emotions,

The past still burns and aches deeply,

But He is there.

…He is there.

Poppa is there.

In His timing,

If I allow and ask,

He will weave and pour gold over those deep hurts.

Don’t run away,

Little girl, He loves you so much.

He wants to go jump and play,

And He wants to make you new.

Speak up, Speak Life, Learn Truth and run to Him…even if you can’t catch your breath.

Keep going,

You’ll have friends & teachers along the way,

To share the Love of Him with you too.

You are Not Alone.

You hear me?

Dear little one, look up and see,

He’s got your heart on His sleeve.

Love, Jumbled and a Tug,

This is where you will draw closer to Him.

Be brave, dig in, He is with You.

Lean into Him.

Sometimes

The chiming of the bell,

The alarm that wakes you to the core,

Tick, Tock goes the clock,

Am I too late?

To snip and suture the wound?

I need the Almighty Surgeon and Healer.

To put the pieces back together…..

To help me to be whole.

Sometimes I cry,

Sometimes I pray,

Sometimes I reach my hands to the sky,

And sometimes I feel afraid.

To feel, is okay.

But to remain in the depths of despair,

That mindset needs a reset,

Hold on tight, deep breath, bosom to the floor with hands clasped gently together.

He will meet you there.

He is always with you, always.

That hope that resonates to the core,

I keep repeating… He is Here…

He knows that I’m drowning…

He holds the vine…

Reach out, it is within sight,

Jump and take flight.

He’s got you,

He knows your brokenness,

He knows your desires to be made whole.

Numb

He is there.

Maybe that is where I’m supposed to be?

I need to be held,

Because I’m falling apart.

Deep breath.

Listen.

He loves you and I.

To be whole.

The beckoning

Even in the turmoil,

Of the dark desolate place,

There is hope,

A light so bright,

That it beckons,

As if to extend warmth,

A hand,

A smile,

Silly me I must have forgotten my manners,

My furrowed brow says No,

My soul says yes,

My heart is healing slowly.

The truth,

Hope is rising,

More everyday,

To come alongside, Thank you,

My feet are worn and bloody,

My eyes are aching,

But there is hope,

He died for me,

He chose me,

He adopted me,

He is lifting my heart and my head.

He brings restoration,

He brings redemption,

But I struggle,

And He knows,

I squirm and throw a fit,

Because healing hurts,

And I’d rather not feel,

But feeling can only lead to understanding,

His compassion,

His love,

His Grace.

So, I lean into Him,

A little more each day.

May the lies stop hindering my steps.

Will you comfort me as I heal?

I would like that Jesus.