She raised her head and looked around, the storm had passed and the sky was clear with no more thunderous sounds. God's soft voice spoke to her heart, "Just stop, don't worry, trust Me, your fears have been unfounded even from the start."
"Be patient, kind and forgiving, to yourself and don't look back again, I have your best interests and a wonderful life planned. You are an imperfect girl with a wounded heart, trying not to get hurt again by what you perceived as vain imaginations surrounding your new start." (relax, no matter what it will be okay)
Then she felt God hug her with forgiveness, mercy and grace. She was able to stop looking down and lift her face. She prayed she would not stop trusting God's perfect timing. So towards the mountains she ran trusting Him as she kept climbing.
When emptiness stirs and ache for belonging fills your heart, run quickly to My Throne. I am always here, don't forget you are never alone. Show me your sad blue eyes and tell me of the longing in your soul. I will do over and above all that you would do for the children you love and your tears, I will hold.
In My Throne room you will find real love's satisfaction, not a temporary moment-to-moment thing easily left behind by the newest distraction. You will feel secure like the children holding your hand on scary rides. My love will not come and go like the ever changing tides.
Look up at me with trusting blue eyes the same way little children look up at you. Little eyes looking up with simple trust, NEVER doubting you love them too. I know your struggles and through mercy's eyes I see your wayward heart. Run to me precious girl, I will always wipe your tears and give you a clean start.
On earth you will not find perfect love without flaws, love's thorns will crush and disappoint you, sometimes without cause. Mistakes are made every day so hold close to reality, the gentle growth of true love takes time for its roots to burrow deep and be a healthy tree.
What I do may not look like Me, it may confuse you, scare you or ask you to wait but choose to trust Me. Choose to trust in My love of your smile and laughter with a wild heart running free. I will show you the good and fill in all the missing pieces, in exchange to see your blue eyes shine surrounded by joy's creases.
When I send love, you will know it came from me, he asked me for your heart and I lovingly agreed. So, see them for who they are through the eyes of mercy and grace, allowing them to be imperfect just like you, with your flaws, your failures and yes, your mistakes.
But, run to me like a child who scraped her knee. I am always here watching until that day I call you home to be with me. 15 minutes "Heaven Time" is all I will allow earth to enjoy your soul. When you get here you and your heart will never again grow old.
God, do you and Jesus look at each other and smile, watching me run around trying to do it myself until I collapse into a pile? Do you laugh and enjoy my crazy, wild heart, knowing I usually get myself into a bit of trouble before I even start?
I think about how You love me more than my human heart can understand. The closest I can get to it, is looking down at little fingers holding tightly to my hand. Eyes that say "I trust you" when scary rides blow their mind. Little eyes looking for reassurance, their hearts knowing I would never be unkind.
Do you feel the same when grown up eyes look up at You? When they ask for off limits things you know will leave them feeling blue. I bet Your heart cries the same as mine, when little knees get scraped and bruised for the 100th time.
How many tears have You and Jesus wiped away, millions and billions I bet, just like mine today. Thank you for the Kleenex of Your great love, used to wipe away my tears with peace that could only come from heaven above.
This is all pretty scary today, I am grateful You see my blue eyes looking up trusting You will never turn away. Thank You for the glory of the woods and the moon up above, created so after a day like this, it's Your way of giving me a big hug.
Oh Lord, today I am so beat up, my little warriors heart struggles to look up. But unto you I lift my eyes and know the Holy Spirit hears my cries.
I feel the beat of gentle angel wings as they circle me and I begin to sing to Jesus, my Lord and King. My armor broken by the swords of tongues, is gently removed, and skillfully hung.
"Brave little warrior", I heard Him call, "those that tried to harm you have been reduced to nothing at all. Rest for a moment on angel's wings and allow My words to heal you as they sing.
Today is not your day to fight, for the lonely and wounded who have lost their light. Rest while I faithfully mend, your armor the darkness tried to rend.
Rest well beloved daughter chosen by me, a war is coming, one you can't flee. Back to the battle you will go again, and regardless of what you see, with My strength we will win.
Be strong little warrior for I am with you. The enemy will rage and find there is nothing he can do. He will strike your armor made of priceless ore, only to find defeat, just like he did before."
Dearest Reader, if you find this, know you are so loved. Really loved, not for who you are, what you have, what you've done, or where you are now.....simply loved.
Loved beyond what I or any other human on this planet or in heaven can conceive or feel. And I, a humble, small town novice poet, unimportant, hidden servant of God was given the blessing of being just one of many sent for you. To love and treasure precious, amazing one in a million you. Maybe for the simple purpose of pointing you to the one who sent me.
I do not claim to understand anything, but can you not perceive the incredible miracle of this? How could it otherwise be possible, lest He, the one who loves you beyond any sea of our imagination designed it? It is not possible for humans to conceive, plan or execute this Miracle. I am humbly.....blessed.
So, before you look away at all the lovers, lives, family and circumstances surrounding you, that WILL take you out of this garden of words, please do not dismiss this miracle as chance. Please do not mistake protections put in place, just for you and only for you, as a measurement tool for love.
Rest behind the walls of protection and trust the God who is reaching for you. Look to Him trusting ocean upon oceans of immeasurable love He has for you.
They say on a clear day you can see forever, doubts about the road before you are tied to the word never. The sun is trying to shine heat through the leaves, but nothing can come between them but a peaceful cool breeze.
Blurry days will come with the fear they bring, so do what we tell little kids when they get scared, SING. Sing of His love for you and your precious heart, He has always knows the best way regardless of how dark.
Why do we think we know better than Him, for goodness sake just pinch the skin you are in. He created every cell you see on your arm, if you're smart enough to listen He will keep you from harm.
Well, we all know that's not always true, sometimes God's perfect plan breaks our hearts in a million pieces of blue. While He never promised to keep us from life's pain, He did promise to never let us walk alone in the lightning, thunder and rain.
So sing, even if you always do it alone, who cares if you are with others or the only one home. If you can't sing then hum a little tune, I sure as "heckadurn" can't sing so that is what I do.
Some of us don't know who to trust or where to call home, our lives are like a rip tide we swim against alone. You know this situation won't last forever, but there are days it is so, so, so scary and hard to keep it together.
I have been there, in dark places so Dear Reader you have my sympathy, I learned to smile through the tears because I know He walks with me. I pray you will know how to find this peace, as for me, I humbly bring Him my struggles on my knees.
All joking, bad grammar and personal details aside, some days are clear and others blurry leaving you feeling barely alive. Hang on to hope when days feel dark and scary now, God can bring peace and a little light when we trust Him to take care of the "how?".