As I lingered a little longer than planned, amidst prayer lists and to-do lists, seeking His presence in obedience to His prompting, He put His healing finger on things in my heart hidden away behind lock and key. “Release them to me”, He seemed to say. “Lay them on my altar. Let them go.” I didn’t even know that they were there. Only tears confirmed their presence. The outcomes of vainly setting my hopes on people and hoped for situations. Reinforced daily to us by a world gone astray. Perpetuating its destructive myths. We were never meant to put our hopes in anything else but in the One who cannot lie. His promises sure. His ways blameless. He has poured His Balm of Gilead on my wounds and, in due time, His joy will spring forth where grief and loss once resided.
19 September 2018