Gathering Words

It's been awhile since I've written.......I tend to have times of listening.  My ear has been to the ground for awhile now.  I yearn to hear truth more than I crave chocolate.  That's a lot of crave.  I tread quiet and careful when I write.  I'm aware it hits hearts and I want it to be authentic.  I want it to carry hope and plant it to make those hearts beat stronger and braver; to wrap safe around them.  To let them know I understand what it's like to be people.  Cause I am one.

This is what I've learned.  When He, the One Who calls me His, tells me things, I can believe them.  When He told me that I would find Him if I sought Him like a dog seeks a rabbit..e a r n e s t l y....He'd be where He said He'd be; standing right in front of me.  When He told me I'd have trouble, He wasn't kidding.  This world?  It's hard living some days.  Leaves a soul weary and unrested; craving something that's hard to put in words.

Here lately?  I asked Him for His mind on something.  I wanted to learn it from His heart to mine, with no middle man.  And to my surprise, He showed me and I know this because when I acted without hesitation on what I sensed?  He let me see that it was Him all along.  And the seed of faith became planted deeper in the soil of my heart and I breathed deep.

This life?  It'll be over soon.  Some days I want it to be.  Some days I can't imagine anything being prettier than gold leaves.  But I was reminded recently, I have colors waiting for me that I've never even heard of, colors with no name for them.  And so, friend.  I encourage you today. Keep your head up, keep your ear to the ground, keep your spirit soft and tender, no matter how hard the bumps become.  No matter how scared you get, the One who loves you is holding You in the palm of His hand.

This song?  It isn't a "church" song.  But it puts its' finger on what it feels like to be alive some days.  There is rest for the weary.  I promise.