It’s Friday. With another illness sneaking through my house this week (strep throat) I am breathing a half-hearted sigh of both relief and frustration. It is, what it is. While it feels as if we will never be well, I know that is not true, so we are just cruising through this season of germs running wild here. Uhg. But, now, is a moment to write, to lay the chaos and Lysol aside, and just spill the overflow, unedited, uncensored, just let it fly. Joining with Lisa-Jo and others today.
The prompt this week is Trust.
My dearest sister,
I don’t know how to tell you that this valley of darkness in which you wander is not forever. I will tell you but I cannot prove it, you will have to trust me, you will have to trust the One who has led you here, and though you cannot see Him, he leads you still. I read His words to you, and I pray that you will trust them.
Blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, Psalm 40:4
I can tell you, and I will, that the blackest of your blackest days right now will not endure forever. You wear a crown of glory that He has placed on your head, you, his most weary princess. Burning in your heart, a seed he nestled in there that grows and stretches with His truths, as you wander parched and shaky in your Egypt. You plod through your days with your head hung low in defeat, and your feet scarred and sore from this seemingly unending path to who-knows-where, and you turn your face away when I offer you water.
You don’t care to drink from it. It is too hard.
I understand. Jesus said, but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life. (John 4:14)
But what I mean to tell you is that the dusty tracks in your sandy hell right now are not yours. You feel weary, you want to lie down and say no more, but you do not see the arms wrapped around you, you do not see the way He carries you from sun up, to sun down, and all through the long night as your pouring out your last for your children. Trust Him, He is there.He is because his word, His truth says that He is.
But as for me, I am poor and needy; may the Lord think of me. You are my help and my deliverer; you are my God, do not delay. Psalm 40:17
Your days are long and tiresome. He sits beside you as you rock, bleary eyed from exhaustion, from wounds that run messy under your skin. trust me, He knows this pain. He endures this pain again and again. I can tell you this, and to believe it, requires one thing of you, to trust, not just my words, for they are broken and misused at times. But His word stands unshaken, for centuries it has stood and when you collapse, and the words from the page filter up into your ears, into your heart, you will remember His love for you.
Lord, I wait for you; you will answer, Lord my God. Psalm 38:15
He is your God. He is your deliverer. He is with you, He is walking you through. He will lift up your head and wet your lips with the sweetest honey. He cradles you in His arms, and shelters you from harm under His wings. He sets your feet upon the rock and does not fail you, not ever. He crowns you with glory, with his radiant splendor, that you may shine brightly for Him with his word tucked in your heart, with His truth stirring in your soul–
Trust Him. Trust Him. On the other side of this valley, there is glory.
You do not walk alone.
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