"...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.