It would mean the world to me to stay in this place. The sweetly surrendered time that brings me pause
Causing my eyes to burn warm with the sensation of blessed assurance.
The time, not searching, unhurried, not anxious, the time that I pause inviting God’s reply.
The moment, seconds only really when I pause and it comes, His voice, in a clear and gentle rush of real…
You are good.
You are pursuing me, continue.
I see you getting closer. I see your grasp holding more tightly now,
my desires for you.
I see you choosing to rest, not fix.
I hear your voice, notice your words, your thoughts.
I see you choosing love and mercy over authority and demand.
I see you, righteous and strong; beginning to wear your robe of assurance now.
Your days of feeling unfit to wear the garment of my love are fading.
I see you, beginning to wear it well, beginning to lovingly smooth its sleeves and collar as you wait, peacefully, prayerfully before speaking or acting.
Your days of self-righteous rushing ahead are necessary no more.
You anticipate troubles, expect hardship; in this world, there is much over which to worry.
But, you know trust. You’ve chosen to be wise and humble, forgiving and meek.
And though I’ve promised you’d inherit the earth, it’s good to see you content in the smallest of its things, to see you beginning, finally to believe
You are blessed.
Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. Matthew 5:5
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