Tag: truth

To The Petals in The Wind

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Summer.  Warm night.  Dinner and a Movie night.  Fun night.  Friend night.  Date night.

Wicked night.  Painful night.  Broken night.  Shattered night.  Dark night.  Winter forever.

The Past, God is healing the wounds.

Words are just words are just words…are just words.  NO, is a freaking two letter word.

Not, Loud enough?  Does it mean anything?

Does God hear me when I am hurting and healing?

Eyes Open, Eyes Close… Eyelashes flutter… Keep Them Shut!

Inhale, Exhale, Deep Breath…I can’t Breathe!

Did God intend for this to happen?

Is my Heart beating?  Am I alive or am I dead?

Life can only be found in Jesus, Right?

This cannot be happening.  This cannot be happening.  This cannot be happening.  This cannot be happening.  Is this really happening?  Really Happening???

I lost myself, I want to Trust you, Jesus.

No, it can’t be.

This cannot happen to me.

Jesus, do you really care about me that much?  To find me?

That face, stone cold face, full of anger face, rage face, everything wrong in that face!

I don’t understand.  Hurt people, Hurt people?

I am no longer here, I am hiding in the depths, A place I cannot escape, In the dungeon.  Little did I know that I would begin to feel safer in the dark, protecting what was left of me…but there was nothing worth protecting, nothing beautiful, nothing pure, nothing.

Do you restore everything?  I want to run with you in the beautiful flowers.

EMPTY

Learning to be Spirit-filled.

NUMB

It hurts to heal, but there is Freedom I am told on the other side.

 

To the petals in the wind… I am seeking Him & will only find true Freedom in Him.

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Omnipresent, Omnipotent and Deeply Loved

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He is the roaring Lion…

The Lion of Judah.

His presence is Everywhere.

To open my eyes, open my heart, open my hands, extend my arms and free fall into His arms.

You are King and I’m covered by your wings in the deep.

Whispers in the wind…

The rippling of the deep green grass…

The sun shines brightly even in the deep dark dungeon… just look.

Open my eyes!

Breathe in the fog, mist, drizzle, rain, sleet, snow, the storms….the blue skies and the oceans deep.

He is in everything.

The dewdrops on my face, the tears that escape, the sweat of my brow, my skin… He made it all and everything is stamped with His love.

I am broken, He puts the pieces together to make a beautiful masterpiece. Only He can make me whole.

I want to make His name known far and wide…everywhere He leads me.

My hand may be slippery… His is not. Keep grabbing, keep looking for He is stretching His hand out for me.

Little girl, who peeks around the corner…

Am I safe and Can I trust you?

He is the good good Father. He is patiently saying baby girl, let’s go play in the flowers…

Run, Roll, Pick, Play…with laughter and love.

Grab His Hand…

He will not let go, He will not abandon me.

He will not hurt me, He loves me.

He loves me deeply!

He crushes my fears and commands the dark to leave.

He covers my shame.

He offers freedom, if I just believe and step out in faith.

He is the answer to the longing to find peace.

He offers Himself for me.

Thy Will Be Done.

Learning to surrender.

River Of Grace

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He’s got it Baby.

To Lay it at His feet and surrender.

Freedom is attainable only through Jesus.

Trust builds Faith.

To Believe in Him means that He is who He says He is and I am who He says that I am.

What is the right combination?

Believe, Trust, Faith or Trust, Faith, Believe or Faith, Belief, Trust?

All combinations are correct…and will lead to freedom.

The more we pursue Him, the more spiritual formation occurs and His love shapes us into being more like Him.

There is freedom that can only be found in Him…

If we surrender and lay it down at His feet…He carries it away…the River of Grace.

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Sleep Baby Sleep

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I wake up at 2am every morning…

Is it fear? Is it anxiety? Is it that dark place that holds the pain?

Eyes burst open, heart racing, I can’t breathe due to fear and being afraid… I grab the top sheet and throw it over my head.

Hide, run, can I be made whole? Truly whole again one day?

Rest, Baby Girl, He has you, as my mentor would say.

STOP! THINK!

He is who He says He is…

I am learning.

To trust, To surrender, To be Free.

Sleep, Baby, Sleep.

He is…The Good Shepherd & The True Vine.

Rest In Him.