The Lord is like a father to His children, tender and compassionate to those who fear Him. —Psalm 103:13
Dear sweet girl,
Be grateful.
Love, Me
As a teen you haven’t experienced God speaking to you personally yet —but later, when you stop hearing Him, you’ll feel the loss deep in your gut. As an adult, you’ll stare at the occasional lines printed in red in in your Bible and fight an internal war. Apart of you has always believed, has always yearned for the balm that those words might bring. Something drew you to these words long before you knew why, but eventually the time will come when you begrudge every spark of hope you felt reading God’s promises because now you know that there isn’t always a happy ending.
You’ll ache at the memory of the young girl who was so sheltered and naive.
You’re no longer tiptoeing around the shadowy edges of your room, avoiding the squeaky floorboards. Now your tiptoeing around the edges of your faith. Wanting God, but not wanting to be caught wanting Him. Wanting to hold tight to promises that sometimes seem to be false. That in the silence between those creaking floorboards, He whispered into your soul a desire for words that you wouldn’t need for many more years... What you need now is what you needed then.
But sweet girl? That sheltered place? It still exists. It doesn’t reside in the house your family no longer owns. It’s not to be found only in a church, because even if you don’t always like the words you hear, God still whispers. He still holds you close. And you’ll find that even in the midst of pain, Gods presence is the only balm. When you hurt enough that you’ll finally fumble through the words to ask God to fill your soul, to smooth over the gaping wounds of loss and disappointment and loneliness — well, that’s when He will pick you up in His arms and hold you in the shelter of His heart. And you’ll know that you were never alone. That you were never abandoned. That when you face the crippling sorrow, when you let God back in to feel it with you, you’ll find something new. Reminiscent of the past, and not always easy, but in some way better. Because along the way. You’ll discover that your safe in you our Father’s arms, and that you’re found your way home.
Designed to Pray by Kelly Stanley