Oh, sad heart, look up!
Look up to the Maker of thee. When the drought seems to have consumed the fields and caused the cup to run dry, unmask your face. When you are full of fear and attempt to sit there contemplating making it a home, stretch out your hands. When you are ashamed of being lost yet again and remain there by yourself, look up to Abba.
Do not stay in that place, do not expect them to come and sit with you, do not expect them to understand what you don’t yet. I know its false comforts have grown on you but you are not welcome there. It is no longer your home. Do not give in to its luring ways. Do not let the pain know your name again.
Turn away and do not take in the lies. This is not where you will pick up the piece of you that you seem to have lost along the way; that part was actually never yours to hold on to. Let your Creator define you in all your complexities. Lift up your eyes to the hills, lift up your eyes to the Lord who made both Heaven and Earth. (Psalm 121:1-2)
He will not allow your foot to be moved;
He who keeps you will not slumber.
Behold, He who keeps Israel
Shall neither slumber nor sleep.
Trust this, dear heart. Oh, trust in Him for He is who He says He is.
The Lord is your keeper;
The Lord is your shade at your right hand.
The sun shall not strike you by day,
Nor the moon by night.
Though now you see only in part, rely on Him who has proven Himself reliable. He has seen it all.
The Lord shall preserve you from all evil;
He shall preserve your soul.
The Lord shall preserve your going out and your coming in
From this time forth, and even forevermore.
With the voice of joy and praise, let His song lift you from the dark. Let Him shine your light onto your wounds to heal them. Let it not be about the reason you come here so often, do not focus on what draws you here, simply take His hand and let Him bring you out. You are ready.
Yours in Love, Uvile