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.
Beloved, I know. The weariness is set deep in your soul, your heart echoing with the hurt on every beat and you think this is it, that this is where it needs to stop because you cannot take any more. Know this, my friend — there is purpose to all of this. You may not be […]
“We shall draw near to God, not by trying to avoid sufferings inherent in all loves, but accepting them and offering them to Him. Throwing away all our defensive armour. If our hearts need to be broken and if He chooses this as a way in which they should break, so be it.” (C.S. Lewis) […]
Blessed is the man who trusts that this is the Almighty God, that here is the God With Us, the One who cares for our needs and grieves over our pain and holds our breaking hearts in His gentle hands.
So we trust in the Lord, we hope in Him — knowing that no powers or things present or things to come can separate us from His love. We are safe in His hands, these scarred hands that bled for us keeping us, holding our hearts together and molding us into something so much more beautiful. These are the hands that shaped the world, and surely they will shape our future into something glorious as well.