I write with an overwhelming amount peace resting on me. An inexplainable amount of gratitude takes over my soul this morning. I came into the arms of my father shattered, broken, shameful, and restless. Nothing could cure the ache in my heart, but the only one who is meant to be there, God. On my knees, with a great reminder, of who my God is, I spoke out his name, “Jesus.” I said, “you are good. You are good father, You are good.” Without hesitation, my mind filled with his goodness and rushed in with his sovereignty.
He reminded me, “look at who I am. Look at what I have done for you. Look at who you are a descendent of, and what I have done for your ancestors. You are broken down, by something so small, yet I parted the sea for you to walk through it. You are doubting my goodness, when all I have given to you is good. Anything that is not good, is not from me. Look at who I am, my daughter, and remind yourself that you’re the daughter of a king. Look at how I have protected you from the worst things that overtake this world. Look at what I have done for not only you, but the people you come from. I am good, and the word good comes from me. Do not try to take out of my hand, what I have already finished. Do not try to master, my masterpiece. Do not work on my art, or touch what is not yours to touch. Live obediently, follow my footsteps. Just trust me.”
He is my dance this morning. He is my song. He is my everlasting, even when everything seems to go wrong. My mind is small, and my burdens are as well because I lay them at his feet. I am a daughter of the king. Fear of the unknown, or weakness in what feels to be a triumph of the enemy, will not overtake me. I do not fear, because my father goes before me. He has already conquered hell, and it shouts out with defeat, as he looks the devil in the eye to say, “You cannot conquer me.” This is who I put my hope in this morning, this is who my soul rests in this morning. Nothing can take me away from the arms of my father, and because of that I am full of peace.
This transition back to America has been something unlike anything I could imagine, but it is good. It is good, because he is Good. I know he will not forsake me, or leave me for my lack to be obedient or my confusion of where to go next. This transition is what I needed, and it tests my trust in Him.
In the dry land, the desert I walk in, he is leading me. In the midst of pain, he is healing me. His arms are embracing me, and his voice is calming me. I’m yet only a young child, running towards his feet, grabbing his calf asking, “Daddy, will you please protect me?.”
“I AM WHO I AM.” Is who he is. I can only thank him, for his goodness. He continues to lead, as I will continue to seek and abide in who he is. The smallest of issues, come together to be just another one of his beautiful masterpieces. The breathe in my lungs is absent, because of the awe of who He is. Thank you Father, for ALWAYS protecting me, going before, and walking beside me.
Exodus 3:14 “ God said to Moses, “I AM WHO I AM. This is what you are to say to the Israelites: ‘I AM has sent me to you.”
