I have this space. A space where I tuck myself away before the Lord and pour out my heart.

Every struggle, every joyful moment. They are all His.

Sometimes I jump from this to that but I can sense His gentle nod and so I continue.

We must discuss often symbolic dreams that He is teaching me how to understand. It’s a beautiful new way for us and I’ve enjoyed His disruption of sleep at times. Dreaming with Him is like going on a new adventure and His word comes alive within so much symbolism. But if I seek I find.

Sometimes He wants to talk about something I really would rather skip over. But He knows it pains me thus His finger ever gently points to it.

When I think certain things are gone out of my own heart, He often peels back some layer of lace I’ve placed over the quieted sorrow. All of my attempts to be a big girl can be squashed in the hands of Christ. For in His hands, I’m still that little girl.

He is so kind to give me glimpses of His word that are for my own heart and to keep on keeping on at sending encouragement that He is working all things out for my good.

His ordering of my steps might be quite invisible until one day suddenly it’s right in front of me and I realize where He had been leading me all along.

I pray you’ve dove head first into His heart. No holes barred. If you visit Him only once a week you’ll never know Him well. You must drink from His well very often or He will only be a concept you enjoy rather than a person you love.

Let Him have every place in your heart covered by those nice and soft layers of lace. They look quite nice but have an incredible hindering power. He knows this so He persists.

He is perfect love and He is your safe place. So give Him every inch of your heart. The happiness and the sadness.

He handles both with care.