When we have Peter moments, doing what we thought was impossible feels amazing. Walking on the waters of our relationships, fears and challenges, but when the raging wind becomes the focus, we start sinking. When we look down, we start to go down. Keep your eyes on Jesus. He’s got you.
Home is where I feel loved. A safe haven from the storm. A place where I can let
my hair and guard down, comfortable in sharing all that I am. Tears running down
my face in laughter or pain, when I’m home, it’s okay. You are my home.
God, in you I trust. Through uncertainty, heartbreak and the trials of life. For that’s all they are; opportunities for me to trust and lean on you. Testimony to your miraculous power, grace and mercy.
Lord, before this was brought to my doorstep, you knew, you made provision, you gave love and grace unmeasurable. So if no one else stands with me, I know you do. I’ll fight and move forward in your name, knowing you’re with me. Worrying won’t help, but trusting you will. In God I trust.
Life, when it’s real, is messy.
It doesn’t always look like postcards, fashion magazine pages, red carpet photos and movie reels.
It challenges the neat little box of what we think life should look and feel like.
Spurring us on to dig deeper, to be more honest with ourselves, others and more importantly, you.
In our messiness, you don’t cast us off or throw us away; you desire to draw us closer. To show us how you see us, the people around us and situations we face.
You engage us to love on us, give light, necessary correction and always direction to our path.
You never turn away. You’re always there, waiting for us.
You remind and reassure us that while we’re not perfect, we’re perfectly loved.
Every tear has a story. Some tears are shed in sadness, repentance, anger or joy.
Yet, some tears fall because of standing in the awesome presence of God.
Overwhelmed by his grace, mercy and amazing love, the saturation of his spirit in
our hearts is expressed in uncontainable tears.
No matter the reason, tears are cleansing for the soul.
Before making assumptions or judgements, know the story.
Fearfully and wonderfully made, you didn’t make a mistake. Physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually, there’s no one like me. Let the standard of beauty I aspire to, be one of compassion, strength, gentleness and authenticity.
Fearfully and wonderfully made, I embrace all that I am and all that you’re cultivating in me, for your glory. Use what I perceive as weakness or flaws to show your character and strength. I come to you as I am, nothing more.
A woman sits on a park bench crying. Not sobbing, but softly allowing tears to stream down her face. Some passersby take notice. A young couple pushing their baby in a stroller glance. Unsure about approaching the woman, they awkwardly hurry by. An older woman stops and sweetly tells the woman she’s too pretty to be crying and that she’ll ruin her makeup. Finally, an elderly man takes a seat on the bench with the woman. Such a gentleman, he offers his handkerchief and asks why she’s crying? What makes her so sad?
The woman turns and looks at him with sincere eyes, stating her tears aren’t from being sad or angry. She explained that as she sat on the bench, basking in the sunshine, enjoying the cool spring day, she began to reflect on how much her life has changed for the better; the challenges she’s overcome, the experience of feeling truly loved and the willingness to show compassion and love towards others. The woman went on to say that her life changed when she obtained a deeper understanding of who she is – a child of God, a daughter of Christ her King. The challenges and setbacks she faced in life equipped her to walk out her purpose and be of service to others.
She assured the man there was no need to feel sorry for her because she was finding fulfillment and peace unlike she’s ever known. Who cares about a perfectly made up face when you’re sitting awestruck before a perfect God.
and provide for those who grieve in Zion — to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor. – Isaiah 61:3 (New International Version)
If I have nothing, I have you
If I question who I am, I am yours
When the future is cloudy, I can rest on your promise to give me a hope and a future
When I am lonely, I take comfort in the fact that you’re always there
In weakness, I rely on your strength
When I look back over my life and remember all that you’ve done – the love, grace
and mercy you have shown—I rejoice and see the beauty all around me
I see the beauty in you
In the past, I’ve said that a person or a thing meant the world to me as an expression of love and dearness, but what happens if tragedy strikes? When my world is tumbling and falling, Lord you remain; ever present, full of strength, compassion and grace. Like a math equation, I can approach it different ways and arrive at different answers. Following the order of operations is the sure way of obtaining the correct answer all the time.
Teach me how to give my heart, but reserve an inner most, precious part for you alone. Teach me the order of operations. Help me to find that place hidden in the cleft of the rock, hidden in You, so that I may see and know your glory and the power of your protection. Show me the path that I should go to remain where you are.
In all of my life, no other love, no success can come before You. That doesn’t mean that I can’t have, enjoy and cherish these things, they just have to fall in line with the order of operations.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; In all your ways submit to him and he will make your paths straight – Proverbs 3:5-6
And it will come about, while My glory is passing by, that I will put you in the cleft of the rock and cover you with My hand until I have passed by – Exodus 33:22
You are my heartsong, beating deep within me. Every clef, whole, half and quarter note, every crescendo orchestrated at the Maestro’s hand. The score of my life being composed before my very eyes, in harmony with You, resulting in beautiful melody.