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This season has been about healing.
It’s an interesting space to be in.
Where comfort and sorrow coexist in the same swirling moment of time.
The moment where I acknowledged my heart has grieved deeply thus allowing him to take the brokenness I desire not to be but is and gently put it back together.
The space where I freely fall into the unknown but have peace because wherever it is only lands one place; his loving hands.
The time when I am reminded that just as he bore stripes for my healing he was bruised for my iniquity.
The space where I find the freedom from all things including the grief, pain, and suffering of life in a broken world brings. His presence is all I need.
I have cried deeply. Silently screamed. Stood in a room surrounded by many but never been more alone. Felt the shudder of movement with even the slightest effort at inspiration. Paralyzed with a depth of hollow ache difficult to describe because that would require me to acknowledge its presence and then how would I find a way to move into the next moment.
I have surrendered to the pain.
But only for a night.
Because joy comes in the morning.
In the still small moments of quiet as I found my way to the presence of the Lord, I have found the most intimate loving Father who gently reminded me that although I may have stumbled he has not let me fall. It’s the quiet moments of praise to a sovereign God in spite of every circumstance I prefer not to face. The calm resolution to worship him with my trust and obedience. It’s found in the smallest acts of service for his glory that he returns to me as good. Healing.
Healing is found there.
We have not taken professional photos as a family until this Christmas. I am thankful for my little family. Humbly grateful for all the goodness of God it represents. His mercy is new each day. His grace sufficient. His love unfailing. His work not yet done. He is the author and the finisher of my story. This is my testimony, part 2. I’m looking forward to the next chapter, he writes.
There will come a day when all is well but until all is well; it is well with my soul.
If you’re hurting and the Christmas season is hard, I want to encourage you to find your way into the presence of the loving Abba Father where you will find healing.
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted; he rescues those whose spirits are crushed.”
Psalms 34:18 NLT
Bobbie
