It happened…I swore I wasn’t going to let it happen but it did. I promised with everything in me that I would REMEMBER with every fiber in my being. I promised I would NEVER forget.
And yet it faded. Time seems to fade things so gradually.
The tender tap began to come to my heart, I heard the sweet, gentle, patient words of the Lord Loved one, remember your healing? That was me. There’s a story there sweet child. I gave you a story. A story for my glory. Share it. Boast in me. Tell of my glory. Tell of my power. Tell of my love. Tell them I’m personal and I am relational.
So today, I choose to remember. I choose to pull it back out. Dust it off. Polish it pretty. And set it up high on the shelf to see and to show off. It’s my story. It’s my testimony. It’s my reminder of how good and how big my God is. It’s my very own example of how personal and loving he is. It’s a story that is littered with details…oh the details. The details that are scribbled on a piece of notebook paper, each line filled, front and back. Because he is so good and he is EVERYWHERE. Every moment, each day, I witnessed him. I felt him. I felt loved. I WAS SEEN.
Do you want to feel seen? Do you want to feel known? Do you want to feel loved?
Then MOVE!
Make a move in a forward direction. Jeremiah 29: 13 says, “If you look for me wholeheartedly, you will find me.” He is waiting for you with arms wide open. He wants you and all the mess you bring him.
Desiring Today 