I have recently realized how much I admire words.
the intentionality that comes with each one.
the influence they hold.
the race has helped me discover how much I stink at speaking words.
but also how much I love to write them.
(funny considering how bad I am at posting blogs)
I definitely use other social medias to post my day to life.
I’ve decided to use this platform to post more of the words my heart holds.
today I feel a lot of things.
it’s been a hard week.
there’s a fine line of knowing things, and actuallly putting them into use.
I’ve learned many things these past 5 months.
now the Lord is calling me not just to walk in them for a season, but many seasons.
the Lord likes to put words on my heart to speak to me.
this past month in Malawi, the words have been in the midst.
there are many interpretations of this phrase.
my heart has been conflicted lately with things going on with some of my dear friends,
I want to be as transparent as I can be so to be completely raw, I have been exhausted.
throughout every minute of these troubles the Lord always has reminded my forgetful heart how consistent He is.
how even in the midst of so much brokenness, He sits there in it with me.
He lets me yell and cry out to him.
He whispers quiet promises of who he is.
In Psalm 46, the beginning passage says “God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.”
then later in verse 5 it states “God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved: God will help her when the morning dawns.”
this season has been full of many things.
many tears, many laughs, many worries,
but even more of Gods goodness.
I still am tired. I still am broken.
but how sweet it is to hear the tender voice of the Lord speak over his daughter, the truths she had forgotten.
The Holy Spirit is my comforter
My Father is the giver of truth.
And Jesus is my dear friend.
He is in the midst.
