I want to write REAL words.
Words that wield challenge and encouragement.
Words that pour grace and restoration.
Words that offer healing and renewal.
Words that transport you to a place in time filled with wonder or sorrow.
Words that inspire.....
What are these tools....these words....these gifts....these curses.....these blessings?
The power that they hold.
The impact of their weight.
The reach of their ripple.
How can one sift and measure accurately these tools given to us by the Master Himself?
For.....
Are they not gifts to be poured out freely?
Are they not treasures to be shared?
Are they not instruments in harmony at an orchestra in which beauty or sorrow can be played?
Therefore, I choose....
AGAIN....
TODAY....
...to yield these precious morsels back into His hands....
....asking Him to sift the chaff and bring forth the wheat....
There I find joy...
There I find peace...
There I find TRUE rest...
...as once again, my life falls into the rhythms of His grace....
Psalm 91
1 Those who live in the shelter of the Most High
will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
2 This I declare about the Lord:
He alone is my refuge, my place of safety;
he is my God, and I trust him.
3 For he will rescue you from every trap
and protect you from deadly disease.
4 He will cover you with his feathers.
He will shelter you with his wings.
His faithful promises are your armor and protection.
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