It takes us time to call God "Father" and allow Him to be our Father. But He is never in a rush. He is in for the long haul. Something that excites me is the undoing that the Lord does in our lives. A lifetime of undoing and tasting His faithfulness. I know the years of helplessness, feeling disappointed and angry, with my future looking bleak; I spent nights wishing for better days, and the fragile joy of hoping the good ones would last longer. Yet even in those moments, the comfort that resides in my heart is His promise of devotion to me. The Lord is near, and He grieved over your pain, agonized by every passing moment of your pulsing sorrow. He was always near, more than you can comprehend even now. You need to behold His nearness. You might not be prodigal and have to be reborn, but you have been ignorant of His comfort and counsel. He is near. Too near for your bones to be separated from your essence. The Father says, " Come, my child, come that I may feed you ...
Being stuck is an undesirable position to be in. Every breath we take fills us with thoughts of our reality, dense like the earth's gravity and like the air that sifts gently through the powdered clouds of mountains high but lacking oxygen. The journey is harsh. How did we get here? How did things get this bad? Were we not just kids yesterday? Where did this come up from? Looking up, our eyes hurt from pebbles of memories raining, so we bow our heads with tears laced in our eyes. Our minds intern in negativity without payment. The feathered bed we thought would be a solution was but roses filled with thorns. Each day accommodates a Goliath defiling our God that we shrink from facing. Eventually, we flee the bed for the floor of distractions but our brutal reality slaps our being back into depression. Like light rays from the headlight of a car beam through a thick fog, visions of hope peep just behind the stormy cloud re...