Seasons change, but I’m learning that change is necessary if we are to grow. The butterfly would not have been if it stayed inside the cocoon and decided it was easier to be a caterpillar. We will never be all that God desires us to be if we choose to remain the same and allow ourselves to be unchanged by life’s circumstances. God has intricately designed each season for a purpose. We can’t always see His hand, but we can rest assured that He is always with us.
I have been writing in this space for 7 years. That’s like a life time for some bloggers. It’s been an exciting journey and I’ve been blessed to meet so many beautiful hearts on line who I am honored to call friends. But it’s also been a hard journey, one of pouring forth from an aching heart and yet still trying to hide the raw and real parts of me that fear exposure.
I’ve been through countless blog designs and each one fit a different season of my journey. Just when I became comfortable with a beautiful new space, God whispered to my heart to pull back. And in that season of pulling back, it became harder to write. No matter how much I tried, the words would not come. And soon, I found myself lacking the desire to write altogether, but missing it tremendously at the same time.
What came out of a season of stillness was a desire to simplify this space, one where the whispers of God would be heard loudly, where words are offered as worship by a heart that desires to be fully His, and where the wandering heart could come and find strength, comfort and encouragement. So I went with what I was sensing and created the new tagline, without really fully understanding His leading.
And then He whispered loudly,
“Lean in, look up and let go”.
Finally, it was all starting to come together.
[tweetthis]I must lean in close to hear the whispers of His voice. #TheWeekendBrew[/tweetthis]
As He has faithfully led me through this hard season, I have had to lean in hard to hear His voice. What I’ve learned is that His whispers are the loudest, and we have to get close if we are going to hear. I don’t want to miss what He is saying. The still small voice of God will meet my heart like a pounding thunder if I have ears to hear.
[tweetthis]My words are an act of worship poured forth form a heart that yearns to be fully His. #TheWeekendBrew[/tweetthis]
I do not know when the words will begin to flow more regularly again, but these times are in His hands, and this space is dedicated to Him. It’s not about growing a blog, or writing better. It’s not about whether or not I will ever self-publish another book, or how many Tweets I post in a day. It’s not about the number of comments I receive. This space must continue to be a reflection of my heart before the Lord first. And I hope that it will continue to be a place where you will find hope, strength and encouragement on your own journey.
[tweetthis]Lord, bind my wandering heart to Thee! #TheWeekendBrew[/tweetthis]
I will admit that I’ve been struggling, both openly and privately with many things, and the truth of the matter is, I am prone to wander. I get off track, fall off the wagon, turn and run the other way — away from God, instead of into His arms where I need to be. But even though I wander, I’m on a journey from place to place. He is taking hold of my hand and leading this broken, tattered and torn little girl into the next glorious season. My heart is continually being molded and shaped into His image and likeness, and the process is painful at times.
This portion of the hymn, “Come, Thou Font of Every Blessing” sums it up so perfectly.
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.
I don’t know about you, but I want the Living God to take my heart — my sinful, weak and wandering heart — and seal it to His. My heart aches just thinking of how deep my desire is to continually walk the straight and narrow — in word, deed, and thought. It’s time for me to let go — to stop trying to be someone I’m not, to stop comparing myself to others, and to stop covering up my sin with excuses of a hard life. It’s time to allow God to do a new work in my heart and spirit.
Whispers, Worship & Wanderings…
Leaning in to hear the whispers of God.
Looking up, fixing my gaze on heaven and presenting all that I am and have as an act of worship.
Letting go of the need to be perfect.
My prayer is that God would come and have His way in me, that He would be glorified, and that you would continue to be encouraged along the way.
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