Good morning, Papa God!
My soul is waiting! Yes, waiting in Your Presence, just absorbing Your essence within me. I know You see me sitting here, and You hear my heart’s cries, though I have said nothing as yet. Some days, like today, I don’t even have enough strength to care. I am emotionally and physically and mentally drained from life’s challenges. So, today, at this moment, I am just sitting before You, waiting on You and resting in You. I have no strength for today nor any desire to step out into today. I am just struggling with loss right now. Papa God, the loss of someone you love is so very hard. But You know about losing Someone You love – Your Son’s death on the cross, and all the souls of people who reject Your love and chose a life without You. Oh, yes, You understand my pain, and only You can heal the pain of a broken heart. Papa God, I don’t understand how my broken heart can be a part of Your plan for me, but so it is! Just because I don’t understand it doesn’t negate Your plan for me. You are God, but also my Father who loves me with a love I can’t even understand. So, no matter the state that I am in now, I trust You in this emotionally rocky time in my life. You are good to me, and always want the very best for me, even though this loss does not look or feel like the best for me. I still trust You.
My tearful little one,
Rest here in My Presence and renew your strength in Me. I will restore you … replenish your meager reserves … renew your desire to persevere. But for now, cry and grieve so you can heal. You sit and wonder at what your purpose and meaning is in your melancholy state. You believe I am capable of the impossible, and yet you sit and wonder if I would really use you to accomplish it. Of course, I can and will! Can I not transcend your melancholy and your ordinary life (your perspective, not Mine), and turn the works of your daily existence into something with eternal value? Why yes, yes I can! No matter what you think about yourself and your abilities, I know what I have planned for you. Your life, and your walk through it, is like the trail you walk each day at the park. Consider this … it has its shady spots where the sun is blocked out by the trees. The sun is still there; you just can’t see it. Some days your steps are in the sunlight and your days are easy. Some days your steps are in the shadows with very little sun shining through. The path meanders up and down hills, with bends in the path so that you cannot see what coming, brightness or shadows. Yes, My child, I know this time of loss is so very hard for you. That is why I created tears. They are My healing balm. So, cry, My child. I am there to hold you, and heal you. Weeping may endure for a season, but My joy will fill up your soul. I am with you always, even now as I wrap My arms around you and hold you. You are My beloved child. Lean into Me and lay your head on My shoulder and cry. I am here.
(Psa.116:8; 2 Kings 20:5; Isa.53:3; Psa.2:11; Psa.61:2; Matt.27:46-52; John 11:28-36; Psa.6:2-3)
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