Somehow.
Somehow God just works His way into your heart when you least expected, but need it the most.
I remember today standing back stage, fussing about everyone's position and costumes and making sure that every detail was taken care of.
I remember that night where I stared at the unfinished script for a long long time, wondering what and how in the world am i going to finish it.
I remember God placing His hands on mine and started typing.
It's been so long.
I remember the calling that He has ordained for me, and the road in front of me seems so intimidating, I took a deep breath and started to walk and I have fallen down so manytimes. And yet God is still there.
It's been so long.
Kisses on my forehead, that fierce hug, the firm leading.
God is not just God, He is my creator, my Father, my Lover.
Patience, as He waited years for me to come running to Him.
Grace, as He accepts me without condition.
Hope, as He speaks into my soul and being.
It's been so long.
"As you have staged the performance, I have staged your life, you might not see it now, but I am at work. Don't you know me? I love you my child. Trust that I will give you my very best. Your past is meant for me to use, Your suffering is staged for my glory. And there is hope in me, no one can take that away from you. I have sealed you. So rest in me and let me lead."
Father, I'll run to you always.
I remember today standing back stage, fussing about everyone's position and costumes and making sure that every detail was taken care of.
I remember that night where I stared at the unfinished script for a long long time, wondering what and how in the world am i going to finish it.
I remember God placing His hands on mine and started typing.
It's been so long.
I remember the calling that He has ordained for me, and the road in front of me seems so intimidating, I took a deep breath and started to walk and I have fallen down so manytimes. And yet God is still there.
It's been so long.
Kisses on my forehead, that fierce hug, the firm leading.
God is not just God, He is my creator, my Father, my Lover.
Patience, as He waited years for me to come running to Him.
Grace, as He accepts me without condition.
Hope, as He speaks into my soul and being.
It's been so long.
"As you have staged the performance, I have staged your life, you might not see it now, but I am at work. Don't you know me? I love you my child. Trust that I will give you my very best. Your past is meant for me to use, Your suffering is staged for my glory. And there is hope in me, no one can take that away from you. I have sealed you. So rest in me and let me lead."
Father, I'll run to you always.
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