Rest in the Storm

In an unassuming night, my phone rang and put my happy little world upside down. My mind tried to understand words in the phone that oppose the rational as my throat clenched and heart streaks pain. Screaming inside with not a sound coming out,  I hold onto the words “he didn’t make it…” with baited breathe.

In the quiet of pre-dawn, rest seeps into the longing of my heart. So often I chase after this allusive peace and then in a moment, without movement I find myself saturated in this state.

I am surrendered not because there is no strength left, although that is true too, but because I already pledged to renounce my ways and receive His way. In the pink morning sky I see, when we allow ourselves to be surrendered, you find yourself immersed with what your soul needs. Comfort comes, rest ensues and hope replaces all the doubts the enemy subjects us to. Here we can drink in deeply, relieving ourselves from our quench.

A hard battle has been fought to gain access to such deep peace. Many, many tears haven fallen, along with pride before the entrance is revealed. A humble Guardian waits for the last steps to be taken. Worry, anxiety, fear do not pass these gates and the Guardian awaits for us to separate from those final associates cleaved to our breast. These last steps are ours to take toward outstretched hands. A choice that marks who we belong to; The Prince of Peace or a one of darkness.

For when we surrender to the Prince of Peace, we are rescued from all our inabilities. We are given a new identity and it is in Him we find the strength to defeat our fears that snipe at our tired feet. Feet that have journeyed challenging paths taking us deeper into our faith. Incomprehensible at times, we stumble only to find ourselves exactly where we were intended to be.

Safe

Protected

In our Guardians comforting arms

Despite our enemies best efforts, he cannot reclaim us. We serve a higher Commander and He reigns over all.

 

Exhale

There is no need to hold our breathe waiting to be snatched from our true Lord. Fill your lungs with a new freedom that you are intended and breathe deep into your soul. Abandon your fears, anxiety, hurt, and doubts – that is not your identity.

Just breathe. Not shallow breathes, but a deep breathe which births life.

Then let it all go-

It has been one week since that fateful phone call. Life has been surreal. The fog is fading and my mind is alive with so many memories of a life I will no longer have. Instead, in whole hearted gratitude of the time I did have, I lay my head to rest in the assurances given to me of a heavenly reunion one day. It is well; God will wipe away every tear from our eyes and there will be no more death, or sorrow, or crying one day.

Take another deep breathe for you are more courageous than you believe my friend. I know you can do this, even though it seems impossible. Nothing is impossible with God. He waits with kind hands to hold. They will not slip from our own and they will scoop us up when life is too much.

You are bold

You can

Rest in the storm.