It’s been a long while since I joined the beautiful writers at the Five Minute Friday. I am thankful to the Lord for speaking to my heart in five minutes. This is where we write unafraid, free and real. No heavy editing, no backtracking, just words overflowing from His heart to yours.
Word prompt: Rise
Don’t sweat the small stuff.
Keep looking up.
God will never give you more than you can handle.
Look on the bright side.
There is always hope.
Life has as way of beating you down sometimes. And when you finally get tired of fighting back, you lay down, throw up your hands and surrender. Some would say it’s quitting. Others would say it’s a season of “rest”. Still some would question whether you can still continue to live a life devoted to the Lord when you’d rather “give up” and stop fighting for a season.
When the wrestling becomes too hard, when the weight becomes too heavy, when you feel as if you’ve been swallowed up by a hole of despair, where do you go?
I want to look to the hills, for I know it’s where my help comes from. But all I see when I look forward is a deep, dark place. My vision has become a bit cloudy. Oh, I want to push through, to hold my head high and to know that I know that He is in control.
I believe I am experiencing some sort of a minor, emotional break based on years of disappointment and reaching forward only to be thrown back five steps for every one taken. When you’ve been the strong one, for the sake of work and family and have not allowed yourself to grieve so many losses and disappointments, sooner or later it catches up with your emotions and you just stop.
Living life when you can’t feel, when you’ve become numb to all that is around you, is that really living at all? I build walls to self protect, not wanting to feel the hurt, the shame, the disappointment.
Yet even in this hard place I know that He is here. His presence is real. I’ve been moved to tears in worship and I’ve heard His still small voice in the darkness of the night.
[tweetthis]As I lay my life down in surrender, He calls me to rise up and come away with Him. @BarbieSwihart[/tweetthis]
That is the only answer to life’s problem’s really. A life completely surrendered to God and a willingness to rise up and go with Him into the secret place.
My beloved spoke, and said to me:
“Rise up, my love, my fair one,
And come away.
11 For lo, the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone.
12 The flowers appear on the earth;
The time of singing has come,
And the voice of the turtledove
Is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree puts forth her green figs,
And the vines with the tender grapes
Give a good smell.
Rise up, my love, my fair one,
And come away!
(Song of Solomon 2:10-13)
[tweetthis]It is in His presence where I am reminded of who I am. @BarbieSwihart[/tweetthis]
I am His beloved.
I am not forsaken.
I am healed and whole.
I am forgiven
I am free.
So I will surrender my hurt and pain to the King of Kings. I will rise up and go with Him to the secret place. There I will find my rest. There I will find my healing.