Musings, Process, Trials, Wilderness, Worship

You Taught My Feet to Dance Upon Disappointment

I think one of the greatest gifts we can ever give to God on this side of time is our abandoned trust. God knows no lack, and He has no need, but delight overwhelms His heart when His children dare to trust Him at His word. When we are able to do that, we are saying to God, “I take You at what You say because I love You.”

We know that a promise fulfilled is a tree of life. But is it possible to eat of that tree, even before a promise is fulfilled? I believe so! I believe there is a place of trust that He desires for us to come to – where we can dance with praise even before we see His promises come to pass.

We don’t stake our hope on the promise itself, but on the One who gives it to us. He is faithful and He will never lie to us. He is a good Father and He doesn’t play games with our hearts. Because of this we can dare to take Him at His every word.

In the waiting, there is hope, and there is joy. When we are waiting for a promise that is so sure, that is so unshakable, our waiting becomes pregnant with joyful expectation.

A dear friend told me yesterday, “When we embrace the mystery, we give up our right to look for clues in the natural.”

We don’t need more signs. We need a greater revelation of the goodness of our Father.

When we know His heart for us, we can sing even in the midst of sickness, heartache and disappointment. We can dance upon barren land and praise the One who, as surely as the sun will rise, will make all things beautiful.

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Words

Where Does It All Come From?

Bursts of creativity hit me at the most inopportune of moments. I can go for hours sitting at my computer feeling absolutely mind-numb, unable to come up with even a single word. And then, suddenly, out of nowhere – there comes a rushing tide of emotion, thought and poetry. 

How strange it is that things always come to me when I least expect it. It’s been that way for most good things in my life. I guess it is no different with my writing.

Tonight I lie awake with words bursting through my veins and poetry tumbling out of me. 

I wonder where it all comes from. And I wonder why it comes to me.

Who will read?

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Desire, Eschatology, Eternity, Forerunner Message, Longing, Worship

Worth the Wait

I’ve never been good at waiting. When I know something, I want it. When I see treasure of great worth and beauty (even more so, treasure I know is promised for me!) everything in me yearns to the point of tears. There have been times when I feel like I will break from longing. 

The heartache of waiting is real. But so is the beauty of hope. These two emotions mingle together into a strange unsettling sigh. 

But He is worth it. He is worth the heartache of waiting. He is worth the tears and the longing. Every twist of my heart brings me closer to a life lived beside the One I love. 

“…not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off were assured of them, embraced them and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth. For those who say such things declare plainly that they seek a homeland.. they desire a better, that is, a heavenly country. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for He has prepared a city for them.”
‭‭Hebrews‬ ‭11:13-14, 16‬ ‭

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