goodness, Hope, Worship

Little scribblings of hope // joy flowers inside my heart 

7.19 am. I stir awake to sheer joy and a song of praise within my heart. I am so thankful to be called Yours! I am so excited about who You are, and my heart is bursting with anticipation for all that You will do. After all this time, You still reign. After all this time, You’re still true. 

Sing praise my soul

Find strength in joy 

Let His words lead you on

Do not forget His great faithfulness 

He’ll finish all He’s begun.  

(back to bed with the silliest grin on my face.) 

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Pain, Process, restoration, Trials, Wilderness

Nostalgia 

Sometimes I wish I could go back in time, wrap my fragile younger self in my arms and say to her, “Everything’s going to be alright. He restores.” God knows how much she needed to hear it. But I can’t do that of course. I can’t tell her how much she really is worth. I can’t tell her that she doesn’t need to fight for love because real love would have fought for her. I can’t tell her that what she needs is to protect and fight for her own heart and dignity instead. I can’t tell her that all she ever needs can be found in the safe and loving arms of a Father. I can’t tell her that she really is beautiful, even when she sees anything but staring back at her in the mirror. I can’t tell her that Love is wiping away her tears each night as she cries herself to sleep, and that Mercy will make it all brand new. I can’t tell her about the way He will turn it all around and make her little heart strong and capable of withstanding anything. I can’t tell her how He will fill her eyes light and help her dare to hope and dream again. I can’t do any of that. 

But I will spend the rest of my life telling it to every other broken young girl I meet. 

Because it’s true. He did it. Every little thing He promised to me, He fulfilled and is still fulfilling. He’s turned it all around and I can’t even recognize any trace of that broken little girl I once was. He’s given me beauty for ashes, strength for brokenness and praise for sorrow. Faithful He has been, and faithful He will be. My faithful, faithful Restorer. He’s the reason I still believe today. He is every stubborn breath and relentless pump of this still-beating heart. He is why I can get back on my two feet no matter what comes to break me in this life — I swear I will not be broken because He holds my every piece.

Don’t lose hope. 

He isn’t nowhere near done with you. 

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goodness, Hope, Longing, restoration, The Voyage

Tree Of Life

Those who sow in tears will reap in joyful shouting. The more the tears, the greater the joy that awaits. There are areas in my life where I have ever only known hurt and disappointment. Yet it is exactly in these areas that my Father wants to show His goodness the most. It is hard to believe sometimes but it is true. I know it with all my heart.  

I know that the tears we cry before Him fall as water to tender soil. We look now and we see no sign of life – only barrenness and disappointment. But hope again. Again and again and again, even against the fiercest of odds. Never allow the tender soil of your heart to harden. Because hidden underneath is a seed of promise. The tears that fall from our weary eyes water this promise seed. And as we sow with our tears and frustrations, as we plough with our heart hopes and secret prayers – this seed will, one day, grow into the most beautiful tree of life. 

The darker the night, the brighter the day. The longer the hope deffered, the more radiant the tree of life. We come with our ashes and He gives us beauty. We come with our broken hearts and He makes all things beautiful. We surrender and He restores. 

All the tears I have cried, I will, one day, reap in joyful shouting. And everything that I have fought so hard to believe in – one day I will no longer have to fight anymore – because it will be as plain as day, playing out right in front of my eyes for me to see. Everything that I have ever lost, all the tears I have ever cried, all the brokenness I have ever endured, He will restore back to me with joy and singing. 

Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a promise fulfilled is a tree of life. He will fulfill all His promises and we will dance wild and free under His tree of life. 

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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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Intimacy, Love, Musings, Process

History

“I’ve heard a thousand stories of what they think You’re like, but I’ve heard the tender whisper of Love in the dead of night.”

There’s something about having a history with God. It’s so precious. There is a nearness and dearness that grows in richness as the years pass by. The thing about intimacy with God is that no one else can obtain it for you. It is a priceless treasure that is cultivated over the years of journeying with Him through the highs and lows. 

He is always surprising me and I am always discovering new things about Him, but there is a growing familiarity to His tender voice. How I love His Presence. Even though He is so vast and I’ve barely scratched the surface when it comes to knowing Him, I can say with confidence, “This is the One I love, and this is the One who loves me.” 

He has become my home.

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Bridal Paradigm, Intimacy, Love, Musings, Words

I Love The Riddles That You Speak

You speak in mysterious riddles,
show me little puzzle pieces 
Just a glimpse,
but not more 

You draw me in,
wait for my response 
And when I do,
You show me 
just a little bit more

You arouse my curiosity 
just enough 
always just enough 
to pull me in-
to perpetual conversation.

Because it’s me You want.

You want me. 

“Let me see your face, 
Let me hear your voice; 
For your voice is sweet, 
And your face is lovely.” (‭Song of Solomon‬ ‭2‬:‭14‬ NKJV)

As much as I love to hear Your voice, You love to hear mine too. 

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