Thank you for your tender graces as quietly I stood aside last week. A symphony of golden words landed lightly on my soul as I waited in the silence. Curious how much is heard when nothing is said.
Words fell like sparks from a bonfire. Dangerous, invigorating. Igniting a passion for deeper transformation. Lasting change. Wholeness.
And they tell me there's more to jumping off these trains. Holy flames leap, eager to consume the dark. I feel we'd be dis-servicing ourselves to not go deeper into the fire. Simply abiding day to day; we were molded for more. Oh friend, His good hands crafted us to be alive in the fullness of Christ.
We were made to walk out of the fire, bondage free.
In the silence, the words from heaven fan the flames of the burgeoning fire of healing... and the invitation to walk in is ours.
I'm not a poet, preacher or posed any differently than you before the King. As I stand, side by side with you, I sense His hands gently tapping us to dive deeper into healing from the negative thought patterns. Do I know exactly what this will entail? Not yet.
A few thoughts are:
~A study together
~Personal silent retreats
~Commitment to journal
~Devoted time listening to Jesus
~Seeking counseling & accountability
And anything more on His good heart.
My prayer for you, for me, is minds as fresh as a spring breeze fluttering curtains. Thoughts as sweet as nuzzling a sleeping baby's velvety head as you rock them. Hearts uninhibited as laughter between age old friends.
I hope you'll embark with me.