Wormhole

I may trip over the entanglements of life, but Lord I hold fast to you. You’re the only one who will pull me through.
In a world like a wormhole, brimming with alternative facts, flip side realities and alter egos, your love never fails.
Your grace and mercy never change, yet are new every morning.
Your love is like the galaxies; never ending and always something new to discover.
Lord, I hold fast to you. You’re the only one who will pull me through.

Trust

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.

Real

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.

Know the Story

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.

Simply the Best

Our best life is found in yours. Our best plans form out of surrender to you.
Our best dreams go beyond our imagination to realization when we let you
lead the way.

You go before us, showing us the holds for our hands and feet. How to cling
to the rock in preparation for the next move.

You know the mountains in our path and the road we currently travel. In
your hand are the best directions to lead us to our destiny.

Steady As She Goes

Steady as she goes, in times of joy and woe, seeking God’s face and
purpose. For nothing is done by chance or coincidence; there’s meaning in it
all. Always believing, even when it’s hard or doesn’t make sense. Ever
reaching and looking toward the sunrise. Stumbling at times, steady as she
goes.

Beauty for Ashes

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)