![]() ![]() As the daily grind wears on, that’s what I really need. Walking blind is terrifying, groping through glue is exhausting, but even in the fog I can picture You cheering me on, calling “Keep going! Just a few more steps! You’re almost there!” It’s faint, but it drives me forward. You see the road ahead clearly, and I trust You to lead me in the right direction far more than I trust myself. This battle is beyond me in the heavenly realm. Only You can calm the storm raging in my head and my heart. No reason or explanation will solve my problems. Maybe that’s why God brought me here all along.ĭear God, for once I don’t want an answer. I can feel God prodding me to stop and rest in His presence before I do anything, and the more I listen, the more I crave His presence. As this longing stirred up, I found myself pouring over Christian Living books and devotionals. My soul thirsts for something more than breakthroughs. However, I don’t really want answers right now. I pray for breakthrough every day only to hear, “One more step.” But it’s hard to wait after receiving such beautiful dreams, and it’s hard to trust when you’re wondering why. I’ve described it as being in a rut, having a mental blockage, or being stuck in a puddle of glue, and I don’t understand why. I don’t really understand what’s going on inside and around me right now. Still it’s hard to trust You when I’m lost in the wondering whyīut I’ll trade every question just to lay down and rest in Your heartĪnd I’ll reach for Your hand, though You led me here into the dark None of my pain has ever caught You by surprise And if He cares about a butterfly, surely He cares about me. The scene is quiet, the sky is peaceful, and the gentle cloud in the corner reminds me to keep dreaming in the resting.įinally, the flower reminds me to find joy in the little things and to trust that God’s still here. It’s just sitting and doing what it was created to do one breath at a time. It’s not flying around trying to get everything done. You see, the butterfly is resting on the flower. ![]() The butterfly seemed to symbolize everything God’s been telling me lately. Usually free painting leaves me stressed and over-thinking color schemes. I slapped on paint without planning, faded shades of colors without thinking, and dotted patterns out with a flourish. Soon my paint pallet was full of soothing blues and calming pinks. I didn’t expect it to turn into anything, but within a few minutes my butterfly was sketched, and I started adding a purple coneflower beneath it. So I pulled out my watercolors and started sketching a monarch butterfly. I wasn’t originally planning to join them in the project, but one of my sisters was drawing a butterfly and it looked like fun. My siblings were making pennants for the cardboard castle they constructed in the basement with our adopted grandma. Instead, my time was spent in an unexpected way. Maybe read a book or work on my Bible study homework. I just wanted a quiet day to rest my soul. I went into Saturday with little expectations. Inspired by the song Remind Me You’re Here by Jason Gray. ![]()
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