seasons exist when the heart
hears yes
turned no
turned yes
but wait
even when blessings
rain
down
from
His hand
the heart can grow weary
for nothing drains that heart
quite like uncertainty...
the hours in life's waiting rooms
be it in a hospital
or be it in the spirit
sure to have heard yes
but just as sure to
have heard no
and then yes
and then
wait.
thankfulness for gifts unending
still flows from the heart
through arms raised high
hands empty
worship blesses the
heart weary
as it blesses
the One worshiped
when the heart weary is
still enough
to hear,
He speaks...
"My child,
see rainbows of worship
flung across time
raindrops of grace
colliding with flashes of light
from My hand then
bursting forth in color
so stunning as to
blind the eye
bend the knee
bow the head
oh not in fear
My child...
I simply
want you to
remember
that I, the One
who spoke
all creation into being
who sustains all of life
from the delicate wildflower
to the motion of waves and moon
know your name so intimately as to
have it engraved on My hand
I hear your voice, My child
I hear your heart so weary
worshiping
thanking
for all I have done
for all I am still to do
you long for the known
for the outcome
for the specifics
that knowledge would gain you
nothing
all I ask is a heart soft
a heart listening
a heart trusting...
trusting
that I hold your
future and ALL that
dwells within
in the palm of My hand
on which your name is
engraved
I will not let you go"
'for I know the plans I have for you'
says the Lord
'they are plans for good
and not for disaster
to give you a future
and a hope
in those days when
you pray I will listen
if you look for Me
wholeheartedly
you will find Me'
Jeremiah 29:11-13
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