herlucidlife

She’s been a little specific boy crazy lately. When infatuated it’s difficult to remove this person from different scenes in her life. Like a highlight reel the events seem so magical but they distract her from who is really important, God. This is a crucial time in her life, for healing, for awareness, for faith in and through God. This time is meant specifically for God and her. A deeper relationship is being formed, she is no longer wanting to attach herself to a guy but to God. 

This is an ode to their relationship. A relationship that has been neglected. 

She cried yesterday, feeling trapped in her home she was questioning if she’d ever be free. She saw things that shook her soul, wanting to run as fast as she could but there was nowhere to go. She cried in God’s lap, He rubbed her soul whispering to her, He was compassionate and kind. Gently He reminded her of His infinite power, His sovereignty always at work, He had handled the very things that scared her. He had prepared everything already, but He let her cry because that’s what she needed. 

Those tears brought in His gentle strength, though she was becoming weary He moved her body in His direction, it was because of His breath that she was obedient to His will. She wanted to take easy street, get what she wanted and go; but God had more in hand for her. Life had always taken the difficult path, having to work hard for most things, very rarely did her accomplishments come easy. Oh but thank God!

He brought her up the rough side of the mountain, creating faith, building strength igniting the natural fighter in her. Moving forward would take more faith than she had ever shared with God. It would take her being aware of Satan’s hand and countering it with godly obedience. Satan liked to get in her mind through fantasy, allowing her heart to want things that were not from God. Her fantasy was locked on him but not on God, He was helping her fix that by controlling where her thoughts went. 

Thinking there’s no harm in allowing her heart to manifest it’s emotions through imagination, but perhaps too much pondering will one day give her action the gall to go against God. Not wanting to act cowardly, it takes courage to go against one’s flesh desires to take part in God’s divine nature. She acted cowardly countless times before, injuring others and herself. Her gentle spirit was often Satan’s playground, she loved her imagination and she let it run wild but more often it also ran her life and what she deemed important.

This is an ode to my Father, who is my spirit and life. Though I fail miserably His love will never leave me, His patience and attention run deep. His trust is felt in my soul. I will be obedient through love, for I am determined to make sure the rest of my life is spent giving Him glory.