"Maybe the sad people are the healers and the prophets. Maybe the sad people have been given a gift to see the world as it really is. And when we see the world, when we see ourselves as we actually are, we understand how desperately we need God to come and bring healing."

http://www.aholyexperience.com/2014/08/the-1-unlikely-secret-to-hold-on-to-when-youre-sad/

New Beginning

As I opened up facebook tonight, I was greeted by this powerful art work, done by a friend from high school that I had not talked to since, nor did I know was an artist.  But, God knew.  He used her, unaware, to paint this for me tonight.

He led her hands and heart to paint a message to remind me of a word, in part,  He had given me, an invitation to come and follow Him.  That word was given to me a year and a half ago.   

"Come, follow Me,... that I might care for you in new ways, unexpected ways, in ways of new beginnings.  For, Behold, I am He who makes all things new!"

This painting speaks to me on many levels.  It left the axis of my heart at a standstill---gazing into its speech that poured forth for me.  So much so, I struggle to begin penning the words that this speaks to me. 

And so I listen, observe, and speak out that which I hear in my heart... that which I hear Him help me speak. 

Sands of time.  Shores of life.  Waves and tides.

 Ebbs and flows--- come and go. 

 Movement, unexpectedly. 

Washing away... what remains. 

 Remaining still... promise and hope. 

 Beneath the waters unseen...

Lines of life pour forth speech. 

 Unforgotten, held by love,

stretching into the space

 

of sadness that will not loose hope.

 

 

 Nothing can erase the message of My love for you.

 Not the currents or waves or storms of life,

nothing can erase

 My new for, you. 

New. 

All things- new. 

 I make all things, new. 

 New things mean, new beginnings. 

 Even now... tonight is a new beginning. 

 

I keep listening...I feel the whisper of Him say;

 

And when the waters come... they overcome little by little ... the sands that sit upon the shores.  They wash away each one that was there before, bringing new sands, for a new story to write upon.  But, when they overcome, they overcome in a way that brings a depth that was not there before... and so I overcome your heart with a depth of love for Me, that was not there before.  I love that you let Me overcome you with My love.  For you are learning my Beloved, that when I overcome, it is with love, deep love for you, my dear one.

As the tide comes in, and with each and every movement of the water, taking back out to sea a bit of what I have written, so you too, come a little at a time out to sea, into the deep. where we together drink from those waters, anew.  Writing, little by little, the story of your life, My story in your life. 

 

I love that you come.  Come to be with Me.  Come to listen and let those watery tears fall from your eyes.... for Me.  You know now, that I do hold them, each one of them.  And with each one of them, I make something, new.  My love for you is deep, as the waters that come to shore come from the deep.  I outline your life in things anew, while I hold your life in my hands, shaped and formed by love. 

 

Even now... your times with Me, are new.  New beginnings of times with me, that look differently than they did the day before.  I love Your, new.  For you, my beloved are, Beautiful. 

 

 

Invitation

(Click on the link to listen to a song as you read- http://grooveshark.com/#!/s/Night+Song/2Oo8TU?src=5 )

 

 

 

"Sorrow is better than laughter, for by a sad countenance the heart is made better."  Ecclesiastes 7:3

 

"Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep." Romans 12:15

 

"Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted."  Matthew 5:4

The courage of a broken heart, is sadness. 

To throw your questions - to utter disappointments - to say, "I'm sad," alone in itself--- courage.

Letting the tears fall forth, soaking memory's hidden behind the covers of your heart, that they might be softened just enough to become utterable--- courage.

To be so still that all you feel is the streaming warmth of watery tears flow down your face, the heaving motion of your belly rising and falling in jerking movements like an earthquake of emotions  erupting--- courage.

 

The frontlines of the soul is a terrain full of treachery.  Sometimes so great that one might as one does with a wild animal, deem it lost- completely unsalvageable or unredeemable. 

This too, hides the greatness of ones true courage.

Frantically, one hides.  Until hiding from yourself, is no longer working.  Until the pressing in of unanswered questions overcomes ones overly guarded soul.  Not overly guarded from the world, around you. That will all come in time.  But, overly guarded from The One who made you, who knows you fully and is sitting ever so still, lovingly waiting until you answer His loving and tender wooing of gentle doves cooing to your heart.... come, let Me, listen.  Let Me, answer.

It is in that moment that courage can rise.  Awaken to something beautiful... where the questions are not most pressing in that moment, as much as the deep sigh, the warm knowing in a supernatural hug, that He has patiently waited for you to find the courage, to.... cry with Him.  To remember He is truly trustworthy with your tears. 

"You've kept track of my every loss and turn through the sleepless nights.  Each tear placed in your bottle, each ache written in Your book."  Psalm 56: 8

Maybe this was just the beginning.  The entrance into the room in which You, Father, already know, everyone of them, already cried. 

And those still yet to be, cried. 

You have made a beautiful and safe, secret place for these precious waters.  You have created with them, beauty, both seen and unseen.  Heard in the natural, and heard in the spiritual.  You.  Only.  Know these secret places where pools of my heart have resided with You.  And you, play them back to me in ways that bring, healing.  Now, its time to let more of that healing... flow.  From Your river... and from the river of tears You have cried with me, for me, on my behalf.

Yes.  I'll come and sit with You.  I'll courageously let them fall... my tears.  Knowing they are not-
in vain.

That you might awaken, more deeply.... dawn.

"Awake, my glory (my inner self) awake, harp and lyre!  I will awake right early (I will awaken the dawn)! Psalm 57:8