"...a winnowing flame"

...journaling has become a point of release, to find breath again . My heart may tend to beat with increasing anxiety, my spirit may be in a state of vexation...but in these moments of weakness and dark night of the soul, I find myself reaching, even in the early hours before daybreak...scratching through tear soiled pages, planting the words with ink...curling up, drifting off, and waiting for my Lord... here, I find my solace, buried in the heart of my Father of Lights, as He watches, guards, and comforts, my Jesus...

I'm learning through daily trials to weigh His words, to ponder Him, as He increases...

Mary, the mother of Jesus, has been an identifier in this season of my life, as the scriptures state...

"She kept all of these things, and pondered them in her heart."

Lie 2:19

She treasured.

She reflected.

She stood in quiet wonder over her baby boy...The Christ, the Only Begotten of the Father.

There is wisdom in the holding...

discretion,

prudence.

By silencing the tongue, there is a removing of the wood, where the fires will cease...

Proverbs 26:20

The guarding of the heart...

He is the Light and He bears the flame, and only He has the place to fan in truth what He began...and we hold with confidence as He promises to the completion.

Held

Timid.

She stood in the shadows…

With tenderness he came and took her by the hand,

leading her to the flickering light in the distance…

Together they peered through the curtains to see Daddy, sitting in the stillness.

Slowly, he rocked back-and-forth in his chair.

Sensing their presence, he leaned over and called out, “Come here…come to me.”

Stretching his arms wide, he reached for them pulling them close…so close.

Looking into their tear-filled glassy eyes,

he gently said,

“You are mine…You both are mine.”

Lost…

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I leaned over to turn the lamp off to go to bed, like I do every night… I had a really rough evening- but as I leaned in-I flipped this pendant over to see the portion of scripture hanging from the switch…

It’s the part of Psalm 23 that always has stood out to me where…

“He makes me to lie down in green pastures…

He leads me beside the still waters…”

I walked my own path this afternoon and found that my way was a carnage filled wasteland with parched riverbeds,

that left me in a wandering state of tears…

I wept bitterly, angered at the lies that I surrendered to, yet again, places that I willingly walked.

Seeing these words were peace to my sick heart…

And so timely.

I asked the Lords forgiveness and to cut away deeply, what remained… no more restraint to look behind.

Shepherd.

Healer.

Father.

Please help me to trust your lead…

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