Stillness in His Presence

Come, My beautiful one, My delight of My eyes. Let Me still the troubled waters of your soul... those waters that seemingly seem to keep you unsettled. Let Me teach you how to be still, be silent, how to embrace the space you make for Me, in a quiet waiting and being before Me, with no words needed. Come, kneel down, and let the cool of the waters, the river of My Presence bring a calm and cooling to the raw wounds of the soul... let My waters, and My Presence wash them with the sweet myrrh of cleansing. For I long to be your 'go to' place of refreshment and solitude and peace. For My solitude is peace, it is stillness in My Presence where the unseen meets the seen. Where I take delight in your coming to Me, that I might pour out upon you, rivers of Peace, that penetrate the turbulent and unstable places of the soul. Come, my dear one... for I have waters you have not yet drank to refresh and wash your troubled soul... ~Selah... 
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I'll Meet You There

By nature, I'm profoundly reflective. Sometimes, it is difficult for me. It brings with it many memories; many rich with joy, and some rich with pain. We carry the scars of our wounds differently, each of us. Just as we carry the crowns of glorious moments, differently. Whether it be reflection of pain or joy, rains or sunshine, winds of gentle breezes or winds of gale size storms, the debris that has settled from each one leaves an imprint like the fossils of time in stones and sand. Sometimes excavation is in order... to uncover the wound, encounter healing of those memories. And still others unveil to us, strength and hope, to embrace the roads that lie still, ahead. 
 

There is a song that sums up, beautifully what I am speaking of. It is posted here at the end of this writing. Its a song that, like so many songs can,... says in all the right ways, how life goes on, but leaves with it a hope and a sorrow, that when intermingled, becomes something of beauty.
May you remember,... nothing is wasted, nothing should be forgotten.... and nothing is so far gone, that there is not still, yet remaining... Hope.

.... all those who have in one way or another touched my life, whether for good or for ill.... He, Jesus, will use it all for His story in me, through me, so that the world may again, see a facet of His masterpiece story in the lives of His kids. .... and for those of you who know Him, as your Savior... I'll meet you there one day. For the seasons will inevitably lead us onto different paths.... paths that one day, in Christ will lead us Home.

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