Let it Change You.

The Lord is gracious, and slow to anger, abounding in love,
He is good to all.

Say that over and over. Let it change you.

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The Secret

It really isn't hard. You ask how to grow them up in me, for me, that they may not depart from me when they are older? You ask this day, and this is what I say:

"Teach them to cry out. Teach them to listen. Teach them to hear. When you teach them my presence, my presence becomes their own. My presence becomes their desire, their need. Their living water. My presence becomes what they can't do without. And when they can't do without my presence, they can't live without me. Teach them to hear and they will live with me. When they taste, they will see I am good. Offer to them what I say taste good; my presence."

It can never be taken away from them. Ever.

He Waits for the Perfect Timing

I love that He waits for the perfect timing. I love that He knows better when the road should curve and when the potholes will stop us..for a while. Just a while. Long enough for us to understand for a moment that He waits for the perfect timing. I love that a word in season isn't determined by the speaker of that word, yet it is being held in the hand of the Lover of our Souls until the magical words of mystery and life are able to do the full work in the passions of the receiver. And at that moment, and because of that moment, the receiver knows, He waits for the perfect timing. I love that when our human minds argue that we have been forgotten, time moves us on, our vision becomes clear, and then we see it, we know it, He waits for the perfect timing. I love that when life has worn me out and my everyday looks like the one before, I cry out and something happens. It may not be that day, but someday in a moment created by Him, newness becomes alive and living and it rushes into my being making hope almost tangible. And when hope becomes tangible, we know, He waits for the perfect timing. I love that sadness doesn't destroy me. It doesn't destroy me because in my grief his presence lifts me up to a place of relationship, of friendship that seems to always come. It comes when my heart is open, ready to be vulnerable, ready to be changed. And because readiness is determined by the one who loves us most, I know, He waits for the perfect timing. He knows the journey. He knows the struggles. He knows the tricks that sway us off coarse. He knows the potholes, the bumps, the obstacles. He knows. He sees. He has not forgotten me. He has not written me off. He doesn't draw a line in the sand and say, "this far is too far." He waits for the perfect timing. There is one thing that you and I can be certain of and that is this: For you, right now, in your thoughts, in your circumstances, in your doubts, fears, failures, and do overs, He waits for the perfect timing. I don't know when that perfect timing is, you don't know when that perfect timing is, no one does. In this struggle you are in, in the questions yet unanswered you will know soon enough that, He waits for the perfect timing. So trust. Ask Him how to trust. Ask Him how to wait. Ask Him how to believe, because His timing is never late, never early, never wrong. His timing is perfect. His timing will be like a glass of cold water for the thirsty, like rays of sunshine for the chilled, like a soft glow of light for the one surrounded in darkness. So hold on. Don't give up. Don't lose hope. His perfect timing is on the way. On the way to do a perfect thing.