I am only starting to learn what it means to be brave in the midst of this mess that is called life — how to share from this trampled soul of mine; how to touch gentle with His redeeming love; how to pour out the overflowing grace and pour into that darkened place of a broken heart. But I know this: that though I am not, I know the I AM. I know the One who has set us free. And maybe we truly are building the walls of Jerusalem here — brick by brick, side by side and all the while, His brilliant grace will show us the way.
These fall mornings always are the ones where I feel like my soul is being put together bit by bit, every piece hurting and yet, so right. The crisp morning air so pure and raw; the bright shining sun reflecting on the ground and glinting on the frosted tops of the grass. And yet, this time is […]
So know this, beloved: He loves you more than you could know. He loves you more than you could ever have dreamed of, and His love will never let go of you.
And I know, beloved — maybe you are just a decision away from giving up and letting go, this burden heavy on your chest and these tears streaming silent in your soul. So listen to that whisper, beloved — the quiet one that echoes loud in your soul. Come, beloved. Come, return. I love you.