Monday 13 January 2014

On holding the things of this world loosely...

 
 
Hold loosely to the things of this world...
 
The 'things' this world would have us believe are important...
 
The 'things' that even some that walk our same path... who follow our same Saviour...
 
'Things' they would have us believe are an outward sign of His favour...  His blessing.
 
 
Don't be fooled dear one...
 
 
Hold very, very loosely.
 
Regardless of the whispering you hear...
 
Those fears that you don't have 'enough'...
 
That you need 'more'... 'new'... 'different'...
 
Release your grip.
 
Let it go.
 
For you?
 
You are the most beautiful, most precious creation of the Most High God...
 
 
Flesh and bone and spirit and soul.
 
Created in His image.
 
For things far, far greater than the mere eye could ever see.
 
 
You
 
 
... are not of this world....
 
A world in which we so often get completely immersed in...
 
That we so often allow ourselves to become enslaved to...
 
The price is high.
 
For the sheer weight of all these 'things' can become like a millstone.
 
Taking us down... down... down...
 
Further and further away.
 
From peace.
 
Joy.
 
Gratitude.
 
From Jesus.
 
This breathtakingly beautiful world... filled with blessings... oh yes!
 
Yes... from His Hand.
 
It is merely the backdrop to our journey.
 
 
'Home'
 
 
To Him.
 
 
 
xx gracegirl

Tuesday 7 January 2014

Truth...

 
 
The Devil knows your name, but calls you by your sin...
 
God knows your sin, but calls you by your name...
 
 
- Ricardo Sanchez




xx gracegirl

Sunday 5 January 2014

Just this...

 
I have no lofty goals of thin-ness... of even greater fitness... (finally) achieving financial freedom...
 
Making a more beautiful home.
 
No bucket-list of faraway travel to finally embark upon...
 
Not this year.
 
 
Old dreams.
 
Dead dreams.
 
 
I must confess that at times my heart... it's heavier than a (Jesus-free) heart should be...
 
 ...on the cusp of a gloriously
 
unwritten
 
new year.
 
Questions are many.
 
Answers?
 
Few.
 
 
Heaven
is
silent.
 
 
 Dark thoughts overwhelm...
 
Their tendrils seem to reach the deepest parts of me.
 
Shrouded in a fog that threatens to close in and strangle.
 
Suffocate.
 
My heart can barely whisper...
 
"Hold onto me dear God...
 
Don't let go.
 
For I just can't hold on to You anymore.
 
My strength...
 
It fails.
 
Me.
 
We have barely started.
 
Already I am tired.
 
Exhausted.
 
Afraid.

 
 
No.
 
No goals.
 
No lists.
 
No ideals to achieve and tick off.
 
 
 
Only this...
 
Gratitude
 
regardless...
 
Gratitude
 
 in spite of...
 
Gratitude
 
even when...
 
 
...even though...
 
 
Just this.