Balm

     When you don't feel like writing because of the imperfections and fallings, the roots you've tripped over recently as you've chosen sin and self over love, in that time - write grace. Write grace that is bigger and wider and kinder and sweeter than any recluse or enemy of God ever deserved. 

     When you feel small, when you're hurting heart-hurts and soul-pains - write grace. When you don't want to be out in front for fear that people will see the wreck that you are - write grace and trust and following in obedience the road He lays before you right now. Wait. for. Him.

     When others have hurt you by their sin and weakness and you have hurt them right back - write grace. Run to your Abba and let the cleansing blood rush over your nakedness, need, and lack. When you're worn down and wasted out and the earthen pot that is your life lies dust-filled and dry, run to your Abba and let Him fill you with the ocean of His love and life. Cry into His arms and let Him just hold you. Just be (Ps. 46:10). When the torrent builds up inside, let the dam go and pour it right into His lap.

     His hands - they are a balm. His arms - they are a refuge, a safe place, . . . . . . . . a hiding place, a place to just be. Obedience is an existence of quietness and peace, stillness. Trust Him. Obey Him. Fall Him into His arms and rest. Wait with Him for His best, for you do not wait alone.

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