OK so, this is backwards... I went to bed at 8 pm, I was really tired. I had an exhausting day, grief is exhausting...
It is now 11:30 and He woke me up... We haven't had any meetings like this lately and certainly not this early in the evening. I have missed these sweet times even if they were at 3 am. After I broke the treasured clay pot on Sunday and there seemed to be no message, I was worried... I remember thinking after I broke it ~ God what are you going to reveal to me this time? The thought brought tears to my eyes. Then nothing but a few thoughts... this one is going to come to me in pieces, maybe that's all I can take right now.
It's ok to hurt; remember the gift, the indescribable gift...
I AM your treasure...
Shattered dreams are your treasure...
Your pain has a purpose...
There is NO way to ME but through the rubble, through not around...
I know it is hard but with ME, YOU can do this...
Take my hand, walk and believe...
HE is also telling me that I may never see the purpose in this journey; this side of heaven anyway, and I think I am ok with that. Right now I am going to embrace the journey, thank and praise HIM for it...
I am ok with pieces and rubble... I treasure these times with HIM.
2 Corinthians 4:7
But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.
John 3:30
He must become greater; I must become less.
Jeremiah 17:14
Heal me, O LORD, and I will be healed; save me and I will be saved, for you are the one I praise.
Add Comment
No comments:
Post a Comment