The Lord has such a beautiful way with music.  Music many times sings what the heart can not speak. I heard this song awhile ago and  I have been hanging on to it for some time. I woke up with it on my heart and a poem the Lord gave me during the last year. Many times …most times..my personal trials have occurred simply to get a song written, a poem breathed, a message to a brother or sister, or a new work inspired into someone’s heart….rarely have the trials been solely for me alone. Isn’t is interesting that we pray to be vessels He uses but we have yet to understand what that may mean? For if He needs to pour out healing on the broken…and we are the vessel He has called to this..will we not require breaking first? Not only to the extent that which will benefit us but to the extent we become more like Christ…and further still that our breaking must fulfill the “need” He sees. One recovering and redeemed addict can speak healing with Christ into one on the road to recovery who is struggling. One widow who’s grief is moving into the stage of restoring joy can speak life into the new widow beginning her journey with deep sorrow. Yes? For how can we see the need if we know not the need ourselves? It must be an authentic “knowing..”

There have been times the Why’s consumed me during trials which have uncovered unbelief, lack of trust, and a deeper need to know the Father’s character and heart. I have noticed something that I am cherishing as I recover from a long valley. I have seen Him new:) I have known Him over the years intimately as Jehovah Rapha-my healer, Jehovah Jireh-my provider, Jehovah Sabaoth-my Lord of hosts, El Roi-The God who sees me, Elohim-the triune creator..and more. Yet in this season I am learning about Him simply as FATHER. I have even seen myself writing and talking with Him in this manner. Come as a child would…crawling up into the lap of one who catches tears, strokes my hair, and hugs in the most beautiful way. In a moment of grief I asked Him this….I pray you are not bothered by the transparency of this intimate time with Him…for I am guessing you have been there as well:)

Why?

Father could you tell me why

Sorrow refuses to hide?

In any moment it seems to swell

And fill the deepest well.

The pressing down seems not to hold

The power of pain in thy soul

Why do tears refuse to dry?

Why does the breaking not subside?

Father why must beauty bloom

From the sting of a wound?

For wasn’t there another way

the message could have came?

Tell me will I make it through?

I have nowhere to go but you?

One day the blessing will surely rise

Until then with you I shall hide.

What intimacy blooms in moments like these. His presence many times is tangible. He is near the brokenhearted. But back to the song..It is self explanatory yet I want to lovingly tell you..PURPOSE. He has said to me …remember the wheat seed…for it is your path to follow me:)

John 12:24

Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.

May this song bless your heart and let you be encouraged that He has a plan…and it’s a good one…for you..and for others. So my friends…”wrap yourself in promise…”