I ran into an old friend the other day. We walked together and He told me that He wasn't surprised by all the turn of events in my life in the past year and some. In fact, He wasn't surprised by much of anything that has happened. He put His arm around me and said that I need not worry, He had it all figured out. I could stop trying to fix people that were broken. I could easily slip into the arms of my children and laugh. He said everything is going to be okay. He has a plan. He has fulfilled dreams for me and nothing could or would ever change that.
He reminded me of the time that he healed me from being virtually paralyzed, brought me through two brain surgeries, two abandonments and even betrayal. He put His hand over my heart and asked me if I remembered when we were in Ethiopia together. He handed me a flower and remarked at how it smelled almost as sweet as the Jasmine tea aroma that drifted from the Church basements in China filled with Believers. He took my hand and pointed to a mountain. He smiled and told me that it was indeed his dispatched messenger on the mountain that day that He sent to help me. He also lifted my head and wiped the tear falling from my cheek to tell me that there was more ahead but He wasn't going anywhere. I told Him, i'm grateful but i'm tired. That wasn't a problem for Him. He lifted me up and carried me and as I looked over his shoulder I could see the sunset. It was sinking beneath the clouds of all my fears, doubts, betrayals and disappointments. I buried my face in His neck and fell asleep in His arms.
He Promised.
He reminded me of the time that he healed me from being virtually paralyzed, brought me through two brain surgeries, two abandonments and even betrayal. He put His hand over my heart and asked me if I remembered when we were in Ethiopia together. He handed me a flower and remarked at how it smelled almost as sweet as the Jasmine tea aroma that drifted from the Church basements in China filled with Believers. He took my hand and pointed to a mountain. He smiled and told me that it was indeed his dispatched messenger on the mountain that day that He sent to help me. He also lifted my head and wiped the tear falling from my cheek to tell me that there was more ahead but He wasn't going anywhere. I told Him, i'm grateful but i'm tired. That wasn't a problem for Him. He lifted me up and carried me and as I looked over his shoulder I could see the sunset. It was sinking beneath the clouds of all my fears, doubts, betrayals and disappointments. I buried my face in His neck and fell asleep in His arms.
His Promises are enough because He keeps them.
That is where i'm staying.
That is where I rest.
That is where I dream...because of His goodness.
