Escape is not a word in your vocabulary.
The cost could cover groceries for a week.
Others can't man the home front; they don't understand.
You would be alone, nothing like all the other women.
My Friend, let the One who loves you silence the lies.
You are worthy of rest. You are worthy of restoration. You are worthy of being known.
And as you pack and check the list twice, I pray...
That you would thirst,
for the well of living waters, quieted by the demands of false hurry.
That you would hunger,
for the Bread of Life that lures you to your knees...
... because all of life looks different from your knees.
of the togetherness, perfectionism and status, with nothing left to bear but your soul.
That you would long,
for a sorrow bearer, because you have carried the tears of so many for so long.
That your moments and circumstances lining the path to our meeting face to face, would deepen the ache, chisel the cavern He grafted for Himself a little more...
For as we embrace and our scars are exposed...
As our masks are removed and the darkness of loneliness and heartache are penetrated by the light of Truth...
With our arms raised to Heaven, I pray we would step into the abundance of His provision,
Renewed by the remembrance that He has called us His own.
Sent forth with the reality that we were made for more,
Because we have remembered He is making all things new.
Because of Jesus ~