I sit, my heart in knots.
It came in the form of a "you're beautiful" moment.
I grin to myself, as I feel slightly not myself; and I know where to go.
Then, I pull back and whisper quietly, “why? Daddy, why?”
I step back a moment, step back into the Arms of Grace.
He shows me gently where I have grown.
He cries the tears that I can’t, the ones that my numb heart won’t let out.
How I long for that stream of freedom to run down my face.
They have are a grace-filled, funny blessing.
I think through all the chaos of the last few weeks, the changes up and coming, the not-knowing what will happen in each tomorrow, the learning to trust Him in the middle of the “I-don’t-knows.”
In the middle of scorching turmoil, I sit and thank Him for a new, precious friend; a friend who inspired me by the number 7.
Such grace, crazy how one is blessed in the most wonderful of odd ways.
He just knows.
My Daddy knows.
I forget most days how He loves me.
I forget that He sings over me.
I forget that He knows my heart.
I forget that He thinks I’m beautiful.
I forget that He created me and loved me to life.
So for today, I hold it close and treasure the grace.
Tomorrow will take care of itself, because He’s in control.
So, my eyes, remain fixed on Him.
Water-walker, I shall become.