Do not be afraid when turbulent waters enter your land and things around you appear to be grim because those in power, who are seated in high places, make choices to try and silence My voice. This is the way of man. For sin has taken hold of his heart, and so he makes plans to shut down anyone who would shine the light on his darkness and expose him for what he truly is. Any attempt to keep My words quiet will fail, for I am able to speak over the walls man tries to erect!
Hope
Down to the ground, he sank, his knees buckling under the strain he suffered as sorrow and grief took control of his heart, devastated by the sudden news he had received.
Without planning for its appearance, sadness stepped in at that hour, bringing dark tidings with an improper introduction, giving no advanced notice or early warning, nothing to signal heartbreak would be coming. Absent of manners, pain rushed in taking over his world like an unwelcome guest, as one not well received, yet with plans for an extended stay, hoping to remain for quite a while.
Where does fear go to die, or does fear just continue to exist?
Can fear be eliminated completely from a life, or is fear waiting in the wings, hanging off to the side, looking for another opportunity to be let back in, biding it’s time for a twist of fate to create a way of regaining some strength?
Where the river is at its deepest, that is the point of crossing, the place you will step in. For in this area of ground is where your path continues. Not around or over, but right through the middle. Though the trail is covered, and you cannot see to get a sure footing, the solid ground still lies just beneath; but with the first step of faith, the waters will begin to subside. This continuing process of trust will see you safely through to the other side, without any harm coming to you or those you hold dearest.
When the winds of change blow across the land, there is a cleansing effect which happens as the old is pushed out, making way for the new I wish to be ushered in. For this hearty gust is not something meant to cause worry as it carries within it the seeds of the future.
It is not just intentionality of purpose which finds Me, but it is a heart that stays vigilant: one that is focused upon hearing Me speak. For just as sight looks and then sees, hearing perks up and is able to center in upon a certain sound. Think of your outer ear as it waits to hear the sounds of daily things, anticipating the noises of the morning. Your outer ear already has the expectation of hearing these stirrings, and so is aware and attentive to what is coming.
When the winds of change blow across the land, there is a cleansing effect which happens as the old is pushed out, making way for the new I wish to be ushered in. For this hearty gust is not something meant to cause worry as it carries within it the seeds of the future.
Once the moon has set upon the night sky and darkness covers the land, the shadows formed where the corner walls meet will once again appear deep and looming, as if going beyond their natural boundaries, like an endless void that seeks to engulf the whole room, always ready to overtake the heart which sits huddled upon her bed.