Our lives, beautiful photographs, pictorials developed in the dark room, in silence, stillness, isolated…trusting our way in the darkness, alone, yet not. There, in the dark, character grows, God’s ways developed, and our mission slowly revealed, transforming us for the scrutiny of eventual light.
People watch you. They listen…waiting…waiting for a word of wisdom, knowledge, hope. They listen longing for a word with deep understanding of injury, pain and brokenness, all learned in the dark. A gentle spirit unafraid to live openly saying,
Yes, I understand. Did I ever tell you about the time…
People watch you. They listen and long to be comforted with the comfort from which, from whom, you have been comforted. Open your hands, open your life. Share all God has developed in you, while you stood quietly in the shadows, in His grip…abiding in the secret place, under His wings. God causes both to bloom, the evening primrose and morning glory.
My Child…Be still, right now, and know that I am God. A God of healing, hope and restoration. A God who will never leave you nor forsake you. A God who is designing an incredibly beautiful pictorial of your life…a life worth sharing. Stay close, draw near for I long to beautify my beautiful house, your soul. Tabernacle with me throughout your day by just whispering my name, for I am here. Peace, Peace like a river rushes in creating deep pools of joy! Splash your furrowed brow in my joy in the midst of pain, knowing you can trust this mystery…I live in you, your hope now, and to come.
Open your hands, open your door, open your heart…open your life.