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“...may our daughters be like graceful pillars, carved to beautify a palace.”
-Psalm 144:12

Sincerely,

Dear God, 
I don't know where to start, but I'm thankful You still show up
I know You love me.
I felt it those three days in encounter. 
The mountains moved and I climbed the ladder to heaven to meet you
I'll climb the ladder again.
Tell me what I need to do.
How to do it.
Where to go.
How to go.
I am struggling.
Your right hand is not far, but I cannot reach it.
I am praying for my faith that is but a mustard seed.
Who am I? 
That You think me good enough to lead.
I’ve realized I’ve been to hard. 
Hard on love. 
Hard on man. 
Hard on life. 
Hard on myself. 
God.
I know Your love is not hard
Chasing me down was not hard.
You never belittle my defective pieces.
You understand my deepest secrets
I remember those encounters. 
You, who is the Great I am....
tell me who I am.
In Your presence my heart melts like water
Every beat in my heart fears the art of failing my body
but I know Your grace does not allow me to suffer....
Dear God, 
do you hear my cry?
I still remember Your presence in the valley as I stood in encounter
On the edge of my seat, I could kneel in Your sanctuary and find peace. 
Yet today I need just a reminder....
that Your love still exist?
Sincerely, 
the daughter You love


 

To the daughter whom I love, 
Your words are filled with doubt as if I haven't already moved the mountians. You call on Me, as if I have left you. Does Your faith not carry you throughout Your day? I love You more than the words, you paint across this letter. You are on my mind constantly. I hear your cry, my daughter. Who am I, that you don't know who you are in me? You are created for a generation that is breaking. I have saved you, like a gem in a hard place, shining, and waiting until I place you in set order. Your lack of patience has questioned my love for you. I'll move the mountains again, and again. I'll split the sea, for you to see. I'll break the tides. I'll give you peace. But I can not give you what use to be. For everyday, you must seek me anew. I will give you something new. Everyday. That encounter will be different from this encounter. These levels will have different exceptions. My love will be deeply rooted. You will feel my presence. Yet, I will need you to do your part. I will guide you through your part. You will speak. You will lead, but you will love! Because that is what will speak for itself. For My love that you've encountered, must now carry into the words and life that you live. Through the love you give they will see Me. 
Sincerely, 
your Father. 

“Why am I discouraged?
Why is my heart so sad?
I will put my hope in God!
I will praise Him again-my Savior and my God?”
Psalm 42:11




 

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